Junkie Trash

Well looks like I'm back. And after putting a gun to my head and pulling the trigger, then spending weeks comatose I guess my lesson learned is to use a shotgun next time.

I can't and won't do this anymore I'm tired I'm finished I'm exhausted and I'm through. I give up, it's over. I'm tired of surviving I just want to be at peace and there's only one way that will ever happen. I'm finished and I have never been so made up in my mind. It's over

My whole world has been turned up side down by an unbelievable lie that unfortunately is completely and utterly real. I feel as if I'm dreaming. I can't believe it I really can't. I feel like I've been taken advantage of like I've been a puppet on a string. Was our whole life together a lie? I don't know I don't know