Hello me. Meet the real me...
So I was really happy during my trip. Had a lot of time to read and write and just fuck around. Now I'm home and depressed again. My room smells like alcohol which kind of makes me wonder...whatever. I wish I could go back and get away from this dark room and this foggy town and this stupid depression. I wish I could fucking get away from everything and everyone. Hell I did have a depressing night up there. Called Ali, called Heather, both couldnt talk. Ended up looking all over the fucking condo, that I hated (too comfy), for rope but couldnt find any and all the knifes were just kind of pointless butter knifes. Now I'm home to my room full of secret sharp objects. YAY!!! Everyone up there smokes so I was surounded by the smell and loved it. Though I did want one I guess I just shrugged it.
-Ponder it
he end
it'll be great
it will all be over
everything ends when you do
everything fades to black
an eternal blackness filled with nothingness.
Something in my notebook that I dont remember writing again. fuck. I hate him so much I just want to kill him. Cant do that without killing myself though. how tragic would that be? how needed is that? to me. Very. I hate everything right now I hope hanging out with Brandon will help.
-Ponder it
he end
it'll be great
it will all be over
everything ends when you do
everything fades to black
an eternal blackness filled with nothingness.
Something in my notebook that I dont remember writing again. fuck. I hate him so much I just want to kill him. Cant do that without killing myself though. how tragic would that be? how needed is that? to me. Very. I hate everything right now I hope hanging out with Brandon will help.