Cancer is a bitch. It ruins every fucking thing there is in life. When you hear that someone you care about has cancer, you loose it. I fucking broke a coffee table and punched a window. A FUCKING WINDOW. And then, after your friends family spends basically all their money on treatment, cancer keeps living. Why? Why the fuck does this happen?
I’ve fucking lost it, I’m so goddamn incapable of doing anything right now. I don’t know whether I should just kill myself or just run away again. I can’t stand the looks I get and all the motherfucking people. I’m just done. I can’t do this anymore, and this time I mean it. I want to do something with my life, but I can’t. I’m so motherfucking hopeless, and it’ll all be ruined again anyways. Why do I even try to get better? It’s not like there’s anything worth living for anymore. Mother fucker, screw it. I physically cannot take life. I’m just gonna get drunk and hope I die.
Have a nice motherfucking life, you amazing creatures. I really hope you can make it through this unfair world, because I will be so goddamn proud of you.