Things got even rougher last night, and i’m just wishing I had someone to talk to.
I’m actually seeing how little friends I do have and it’s heartbreaking, even more so that the ones (all like 3) I do have aren’t even there.
If there’s a god, please throw someone in my path, i really just need someones shoulder.
But now just like any other time i start to write out anything I just feel stupid and pathetic so fuck it.
Possibly the only thing that’s holding me together.
I’m really starting to freak out. I’ve kept my cool for the past couple of days but now i’m throwing up like a twat
I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle all of this and somehow keep my sanity.
How things get so chaotic so fast is beyond me.
Someone just cross their fingers for me, or shoot me. Either or works.
THIS.
The couch doesn’t seem so uncomfortable when there’s a spider the size of your fist chilling in your bedroom
I just had to turn my bedroom upside down 9with my half asleep mother) to find a spider or else i would of boycotted my room for days.
