9/16/2017

I want him to feel it. I want him to live in it like I have all these years.

I’m tired. I’m tired.

This fucking God that everyone talks about never came for me. He didn’t care whether I screamed for him. He watched it happen.

10:50am

Why does this feel so good?

The anxiety is silenced. The thoughts are quiet. Muddled.

I think I’m too broken to be anything anymore.

Who the fuck would love this?