Really. I don’t talk about my problems and everyone hates me. Then I talk about them and everybody hates me more than before. I don’t give a fuck about you anymore. Stop saying you’ll be there for me because you never was and you will never be.
I drink so I can ‘sleep’ so I can pretend I’m functioning, but I’ve not drink enough wine whine and I want to be unconscious for the rest of my existence but it will not happen
And tomorrow I’m starting to fast/detox so I can cure this madness and succeed in life, I’d rather someone or something killed me so I’d not be labeled a failure