Just a regular dude.

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.