Eight pills in my hand and two bottles of wine. Take em? Yet another, Yet another another rejection. I have forgotten why I do any of this anymore. I'm a fucking waste of air - and I am so sorry for my parents and anyone who ever gave half a shit. Maybe I could wonder off and hop a few trains, distance myself for a while. Untill I would fade a bit. So it would be easier on them. I don't have anything to give, as I have been told. I want to give so much but "everyone wants to give and there's not enough room in this town for everyone who wants to give and you arn't good enough for it". Fuck everything I ever thought was valued in this world. None of this means anything. Fuck it. Fuck it. I can be free in two hours flat if I wanted. At least I can controll that.
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I know how hard it can be sometimes. I think we're in the same boat in a few different ways. Please don't give up on hope. *hugs*