2019-09-20 at 10:27 AM UTC
It must has to be I know it, thats my purpose, I wouldn't that obsessed for this long I wasn't.
2019-09-20 at 10:38 AM UTC
one time me and my junkie friend were trying to get some opiates (like 10+ years ago) but we had no money except i had $2 on me. after we ran out of ideas to get any more money, i decided to just say fuck it and buy a $2 scratcher. i won a free ticket on that and got another. then i won like $3 and $5 or something like that on tickets and just bought more with that money. eventually we got one that we got $40 from and then we cashed out and got high
2019-09-20 at 12:34 PM UTC
My body still clings to life
Only my spirit has died inside. so I pray
I pray for death every night
But I keep waking up alive
I cut myself for infliction
And I still spit at my reflection
I hate everything I am
I have my friends to think for that
So I keep taking my meds
And I do what my doctor says.
I hate myself more everyday.
I guess I'll always be this way
I've learned that love is dead
And that people just get fucked instead
And all the while making friends
Just to fuck them in the end