A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Nope
After a month or so on antidepressants, still don't want to live, kinda still want to die. I'm tired of feeling like this. I'm tired of being me and tired of not cutting. And I'm so tired of waiting. Fucking rollercoasters man.
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