My life is about as organized as the $5 DVD bin at Walmart
I really just wish I could dive into an abyss and never come back. I know that sounds so fucking emo, but I hate the life I live. Fuck the money, the bags, the watches, the places, I just want to die. Suicide is not an option cause that’s for fucking cowards, maybe I’ll just try to catch a cold or drink my sorrows away. Whatever.
My thoughts are fucking scattered and I don’t know what to think. I’m not stupid. I think. I have feelings.