Judgement is once again proving to me that it's still worth its weight in gold.

[longingtobepure]

I hate living. Nothing is wrong, but does there have to be? No. I don't want to deal with life. I just want to sleep. But that only perpetuates the cycle of depression when everything falls on my head the next day. There is nine days till i go home. Nine too many. I want to be home now. I really can't take this anymore. The only way i can get through the day is through the thought of being high or drunk.

Please God let somebody kill me! I don't want to live anymore. Come in the night as an incubus, suck the life from my very lungs- leave my chest breathless. Let the fire of the enemy consume me.

Fuck it. These words are as empty as the last anyway.