bahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now I remember why I drink so much... so I can sleep, without guilt, without pain, without the memories of heartbreaks playing themselves over and over again in my head.
Even the good bits have turned to sour regret.
I'm about to collapse on my knees, but nothing lets me just cry it out.
I can't cry.
This is worse than being emo. This is just killing me.
If I were any weaker I would be considering the unthinkable.