I can’t prepare for death any more than I already have All you can do...
I’ve been sitting in my dark room for about a week now…and once again I won’t be afraid to admit how miserable I am.
the moment you realize you’re either losing your fucking mind or your gut feeling could be true.
absolutely loving the nausea, dizzy, light-headed, alcohol induced tummy ache that is ripping my ulcer in half. true story bro.
“You’re just—such a bad person, like all the way to your core…”