888 is a number i’ve been seeing a lot

lowkey the facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream

it’s just like. so stressed i can barely eat what little food there is here anyways. hardly sleeping. everyone in my life is mad at me for one reason or another. out of refills on my antipsychotics. have to walk on the side of the highway to get anywhere. hairs grown out but i don’t have scissors to cut it. AND i’m out of cigarettes

she is for real mad at me because the last time i stayed at her house (january btw) her insane dog lunged and growled at me and tried to bite me and i screamed which she has deemed me “ungrateful” for. okay.

everyone in my family needs to go. lord take them they’re ready