a blade, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and her. they’re always there, they mark me, stop me from being happy. being happy gives you something to lose. i like having nothing to lose, i can do whatever i want and i won’t care about other people’s opinions, theirs don’t stand a chance against my own anyway. i forget about the hate i have for myself. because at the end of the day, i’m just gonna burn it out of me.
i deserve it anyway apparently, to be scarred for life