The world would be better off.
But I’m not a quitter. I’m weak. But I’m not a quitter.
I should just die. It would be so simple just to die.
I think tonight might really be the night. I can’t even sleep.
I have no where else to vent so here it goes.
I know our paths may never cross again. You may not even want them to. But I will look fondly on the time we shared.
I can’t stop thinking about you. Why can’t I stop thinking about you.
My luck finally ran out, on the thing that meant the most to me. But I’m just glad I had the time I did.
Vomit. Die. In that order
I am moving on. Moving forward.