my life is a fucking nightmare

all my plans and goals have to be changed

i wish i was a fucking mute, i seriously wish so much that i could just shut up forever. my voice is absolutely good for nothing and i don’t deserve to have it

i’m cutting, i’m starving, because i’m just so fucking disgusted and i have to get ready for work and i have to be productive despite the fact i can’t even breathe sometimes.

i just want to write my books and then die. so many of my poems are about killing myself so it’ll just be my suicide note(books)

i just can’t fucking live with this.my attitude is my problem and it’s something that is built within me.

i can’t.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s