I accept my days to be bad, some of them very bad. I’m ok with it, thats my reality. So there is not a single fucking day, that I can sit in a chair at the end of the day and say: hey, today was alright. I know things would come to this point, being who I am and the choices I made.
But today… fuck me! Everything I’ve said and done went wrong. Even things I just thought had make me feel like a piece of shit. Every single minute of this day was awful and unreal. It was not the usual bad, it was a new low level. So at 6PM I just gave up, got home and locked myself in my filthy room with 2 bottles of vodka. Why do I even try? Life’s over for me, sometimes I forget it.