2013-07-30 - 10:23 p.m.

Weed.
Moonshine.
Trazadone.
Just please no more thinking.

Out comes the big knife.
I'm trashed and just staring at it.
It is definitely sharp.
Just looking at it gives me a nervous, excited shiver. I suck. I deserve it. I'll feel better.
maybe.

I just feel so alone.

Fuck.............

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

yeah

regrets - hopes

the past