my leg is bleeding from the cutting i just enjoyed. i hate my life. i’m doing this to stop me from overdosing but i’m reasonably close to. its been 8 years since he died. first xmas without her and my last xmas with the other him.
what the fuck am i waiting for?
i wrote my funeral notes the other night. what songs i wanted played. a poem i wanted read out. Â who i wanted mentioned. messages to the people who have kept me alive for the last tedious nearly 21years. i hope i don’t make it to my 21st but i want to be around for […]