It is not a good day for clouds.
I hate this new medicine.
end of story
But what about when you don’t know what it is?
God, its like it doesn’t get better ever.
you find new drugs, you find new ways, you continue to feel lke shit about what you do but do nothing to stop it.
what do you do when you just have nothing left to give, theres no more gas in this engine, and im so afraid of what happens when it’s all completely gone.
I don’t see any way of ever making sense of all the things in my head, and i know it will never happen.
I can’t even sleep normally, even with pills.
Your password is too weak does it even lift?
You know you’re an adult when It’s 3AM and your crying, drunk, watching barney wondering where your childhood went.