im so anti social that im pretty sure the only person that knows my name is the old lady that always scolds me for buying cigarettes. My boss hates me so he has loaded with me so much work that i cant possibly do it all, so once again ill fail, and he will have an excuse to get rid of me. I have had writers block for months now, i dont even feel like i deserve my username of a poet. I’d like to keep cutting but i cant stand to watch myself bleed. How do other adults handle all this shit. Fuck im […]
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Writers Block
I woke up this morning and the first thought that came in to my head, as always, is that I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be in this house, in this city, in this country, in my life.
Feeling like this all the time just isn’t normal. There was a time when I was younger I could forget it all, brush off my worries with my friends and alcohol and even when I couldn’t, when it came down to the worse-than-usual days I had my friends to keep me going. I had 3 very good friends back then, 2 neighbours who […]