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I wonder what life would be like without me.
I can't count the number of times i have prayed that God would kill me. He still hasn't.
I hate everything of who i am. Yet have no motivation to change.
I always told myself i would die a fat lonely sloth. Maybe that is not so far from the truth.
I can never get anything right. My best is never enough. It doesn't even matter.
I sound like a four year old. I am going to stop now. I just wish i had my glass with me or just a few shots of vodka. Either one would do. But right now i would prefer the glass. Okay i am done.
I can't count the number of times i have prayed that God would kill me. He still hasn't.
I hate everything of who i am. Yet have no motivation to change.
I always told myself i would die a fat lonely sloth. Maybe that is not so far from the truth.
I can never get anything right. My best is never enough. It doesn't even matter.
I sound like a four year old. I am going to stop now. I just wish i had my glass with me or just a few shots of vodka. Either one would do. But right now i would prefer the glass. Okay i am done.