March 2012
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise (via pussybow)
Sometimes I get very suicidal. I suppose it could be my medication, or my life circumstances, or maybe it’s something deep down inside that has no explanation. Maybe just a coma would suffice. Maybe I could wake up with a new sense of myself. Maybe I’m better off dead because frankly I am unable to be a normal human being and act like one. I’m still a child. I’ve gone...
February 2012
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Ahhhh holy shit I just ran into the house as quickly as possible because as I was driving down the street to our house this guy was walking on the side of the road with a ski mask on and an axe in his hands. I’m going to get murdered tonight probably. Bye guys, I love you all.
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I’ve been awake since 7:00 am this is a travesty.
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