Another day of me wanting to kill myself. Fucking ruined everything with Marc due to my alcoholism. I should probably get a grip on my life now. FUCK YOU
I Will
I have these stupidly fucked up nights and I wish I could stop them
One night and I know deep down I need to stop. Its so fun yet it is soooo fucking fake. I hate everyone. I fucking hate Liz shes such a fake cunt. I dont want to go out anymore. I want to be 18. I want to read, write, drink chai, make collages, be my fucking age. Im sick of pretending to be 21. Blowing lines, dipping in a bag of molly, drinking entire handles for a pregame, it gets fucking old
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Im fucked again. I hate this pattern, dont drink for a week, then drink and black out and go fucking insane and then wake up and hate myself soooo much, puke, cry, actually cant cry bc im too dehydrated, shit, black shits, entire body pain, regrets, horrible texts, no friends, ugly face, fat, and no recollection. i want to not drink for good but i like cant. its so hard
city swede: zendeh496: I always doubt my introversion. Because extroversion is...
I always doubt my introversion. Because extroversion is easier to fake and makes things go by quicker. I’d rather exhaust myself pretending to be outgoing and crap while giving tours than suffer through it awkwardly and painfully. I just pass out as soon as I get home.
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