Saturday

After one

It’s 1:30am. I can’t sleep. I’m sorry for bringing this up again, but it’s gotten me down and I’m sad. I feel terribly guilty and wish I go back and get a re-do
Maybe if I had done things differently my parents would still be talking to me.
 Fuck. I miss them and I am so very broken without them.
Popping a Xanax and saying my prayers.

Happy and Always

  I wake up in the morning, only to be sad I awake again. I don't wish to be here, I live in constant, chronic agony. I have lost years ...