I don't want to be alive anymore.
I just don't.
It hit me.
I was with my friend Amber tonight and she's exactly how I used to be except a whole hell of a lot thinner(106lbs).
But we were talking and I realized.
I'm not only sick of being me.
I just don't want to do it anymore.
I'm happiest when I fucking miserable.
I will complain.
I will cry.
I will hate myself.
It's the only way I've known.
So I'll be happy being that way.
And I'll get thinner.
And be without the person I love.
I'll wither away to nothingness because I am a fucked up pathetic piece of shitty cliche
<3Stay strong
CHEERS
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