I Deserve All Kinds Of Pain.

i don’t know how to get through this pain. i don’t know how to get on with my life. i don’t know how to be happy i don’t know anything. it’s killing me. i don’t know what to do.

when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”

Confession #2

FUCK OFF I WILL BE ANGRY ALL I WANT

im sick and tired of the constant reminders of what you did to me

I need a fucking drink