hey, i'm not any better.
i mean, well, i remember the past few days. that's a plus. and i've also been sober for those days as well. that's...a not so plus. but i guess kinda.
cleared a few rock band songs.
most notably, i finally 5 starred panic attack! i have a picture, but i'm too lazy to upload it.
and i also cleared slayer's black magic and god forbid's empire of the gun, part of the ridiculous metal pack i don't remember playing for everyone. mercie tells me it was pretty horrendous and i dropped sticks a lot. i don't doubt that. in fact, the only reason i knew i HAD bought it was i was conscious the next day and someone on here asked where i got them. so go me!
also, i think i'm gonna die soon, and i'm perfectly fine with that. i'm in a shitty, dark place of isolation. it's like the suicide letter lydia writes in beetlejuice. it's so cliched and shitty and emo, as the kids (and my boss, who called me emo) would say. yes, my boss called me emo. i thought that was hilarious. then i blacked out and they sent me home.
train of thought: the end.
i mean, well, i remember the past few days. that's a plus. and i've also been sober for those days as well. that's...a not so plus. but i guess kinda.
cleared a few rock band songs.
most notably, i finally 5 starred panic attack! i have a picture, but i'm too lazy to upload it.
and i also cleared slayer's black magic and god forbid's empire of the gun, part of the ridiculous metal pack i don't remember playing for everyone. mercie tells me it was pretty horrendous and i dropped sticks a lot. i don't doubt that. in fact, the only reason i knew i HAD bought it was i was conscious the next day and someone on here asked where i got them. so go me!
also, i think i'm gonna die soon, and i'm perfectly fine with that. i'm in a shitty, dark place of isolation. it's like the suicide letter lydia writes in beetlejuice. it's so cliched and shitty and emo, as the kids (and my boss, who called me emo) would say. yes, my boss called me emo. i thought that was hilarious. then i blacked out and they sent me home.
train of thought: the end.
Don't be fine with that. You said it yourself, you might hate life but you don't want to die. Don't fucking give in to that shit. I refuse to even entertain the thought, and neither should you. I love you so, so much.