You hurt me. Again and again you hurt me. But still I turn to you for help. I need you, but you don’t fucking care. It’s gotten to the point that I could be dead and you would laugh. “Good riddance,” you would say while shrieking with that hysterical laugh you get sometimes.
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Good Riddance
Where is the bottom, exactly? I’ve been searching for a long time. I sift through the mud at the bottom of this wretched ocean, groping for that metaphorical rock bottom which so eludes me. Every day I find myself digging more desperately than the last, performing pitiful acts of self depreciation, drilling deeper, or perhaps further, in an uncertain direction.
(A cig a day.. eventually, a pack a week.. now a pack a day.. these things take far too long to do the dirty. MAY AS WELL GO SMOKE ONE RIGHT NOW)
I hoped that I would be smothered down here. Or, that some mysterious sea creature […]