fuck the standards

honestly don’t have a will anymore. save a few loose ends to tie up, it may be time to halt the medication and let this disease do what it was supposed to do six years ago. it’s all i’ve wanted for the past twenty years, right?

Complete honesty; if I knew life was going to get this hard, I wouldn’t have survived. Can’t find a job, have to fill out disability papers for a third fucking time, bills piling up, the love of my life hates me, despite being tired 24/7 I can’t sleep through a whole night.. I don’t know how much I can keep this shit up, it’s getting to be too much.

2 klonopin, 3 10% mojito bevies down, and like an eighth of 35% indo got me feel like not existing

speaking of agonizing pain in multiple ways, time so smoke more indo at pass out so I don’t feel for awhile.