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i wanted crutches. i always have wanted them. to hold me in case i fall again. as much as i don’t want to admit, you have a hold over me. it’s been loosening, but it doesn’t help that everybody else leaves too. i feel zero connection with anyone real anymore. it’s gotten bad, to the point where i don’t trust myself anymore. what good am i for?

Gained a lot of perspective these past few days. More grateful than ever.

I think I’ve paid my dues in terms of karma.

b-gx:

I’m sorry but I’d rather be getting high than watching my family die

b-gx:

I’ve lost pretty much everything and everyone at this point