I fucked up.
I fucked up bad.
I love my sleepy boy more than anything.
It’s my birthday
Why won’t it break.
There’s so much blood on the wall in one spot. Now I have glass in my hand too.
My hand hurts
I need to punch a hole in a wall. I already broke two pictures. I need to break my hand. I’m mad and I don’t give a fuck. I just want pain.
Laying in bed on Sunday night and realizing, I had homework for three classes this weekend.
I just want someone to lay in bed with me so I can scratch their back.
Nearly three fucking years. And now I fuck up. Damn shit fucking hell. I hate myself.
Erin I’m sorry.
I can’t stop crying.
I’m such a fuck up.
Why am I such an idiot.
I fucking hate my life.
I’ve never seen sleeping beauty