So so tired. So rageful. It’s weird holding both of these inside of myself. Fog and anger. Wish I could…wish I could.
Suicide of sacrifice. Leaving so you can LIVE. Really live. How is this selfish? My one and only goal is that you are happy. If you never knew me you would have already achieved this, but I’m a huge road block. I yell, scream, fog my way into your life and fuck it up. I WISH you could see this. I wish you would yell back at me. I wish you would leave me so I could die without guilt. My depths are anger…thick, sludgey anger.
If I could leave this house tonight I would. Drive to the beach, camp under the stars and get myself good and high.