January 2012
5 posts
That's a lot of blood...
And it hurts more than I remember…
But I have no alternative…
I hate relapsing.
But my blood is so beautiful…
No one reads this anymore, so I can finally get...
I hate myself. Deeply and truly. I resent everything I am. And as a result, I resent everyone else as well. I resent happy people, because they don’t deserve their happiness. And I resent unhappy people, because their reasons to be unhappy are more often than not, utter bullshit, they wouldn’t last a day in my shoes.
I especially hate people with learning difficulties, who use them as...
My chest is full of cider, gin and lightening.