JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I COULDN'T HATE MYSELF MORE.

[treehouse_ed]

I GO AND DO SOMETHING STUPID, SELFISH AND ASSHOLISH. I'VE BEEN STRESSED OUT FOR AWHILE NOW, AND DEALING WITH REPRESSED FEELINGS FOR THE GUY I JUST SLEPT WITH WHILE IN AN ALTERED STATE OF MIND, BUT THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE. IN FACT, IT JUST MAKES IT EVEN WORSE. IT JUST SHOWS HOW WEAK AND PATHETIC I REALLY AM.

I KNOW I'M AT FAULT HERE. AND I ACCEPT THAT.

SO I'M AT THE OCEAN RIGHT NOW. JUST ME AND THESE CARTONS OF CIGARETTES. I MAY GO SWIMMING. RIGHT NOW, THOUGH, BURNING THESE CIGARETTES INTO MY SKIN FEELS SO MUCH BETTER.

IF ANYONE WANTS TO COME AND BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME FOR WHAT I'VE DONE, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.