life is so damn SHUT THE FUCK UP
.
current music: radiohead - morning bell
mood: apathetically suicidal
sasha and raffi just told me to go kill myself. so i will.
a poem:
8 sleeping pills
washed down with a glass of vodka
10 cc of conceited fucking attention.
go fuck
yourself
blood. is
ouch
Dear diary,
a dear fucking diary
i appear to be dead
oh joy