effyouceekay

the internet makes me want to get high, my life makes me want to forget, my lies make me remember how to regret, my disrespect shows how much i care, my carelessness is less than immense, i am what I've become, becoming more, more done.

its like my appendix, i dont even need you

yeah writing shit helps

is it worth it? a great life, a shitty life, whatever life brings, is the journey worth it? lfa;eijf;aijf  idk what im trying to say, is i feel kinda shitty, and im looking at tomorrow like, yeah it gets better, it always fucking does, but right now i feel shitty u know? writing this i start to think, okay well why stress if its gonna get better? damn im fucking bipolar. i wanted to jab a knife in my kneck for no reason when i first started writing this, now im good. fka'pwoefm;aopwfjo;aiwnf;oabhfo goood 3:4o to everyone.

 no one pays attn to my blog anymore :( lol