gawd. lets so absofuckinlutely pop more pills, burn and die. nothing/one's showing pity on my pitiable soul. why why tell me. im doing the same things. doing it 'right', but no never purrfect. lets dread life. pray time would fly by tmr. minus the pain. the mental torture. the deafening sound in my mind. tell me tmr's the last.
mixed feelings about my LAST day of y2. miss my girls. some nasi bryani loving. yummilious teas ...etc... dear god, bless my soul for itp. zoom me across to term breaks once again.
hmm its only 2mths. it'll pass. i'll be fine. yeaa right.
Grant me this sweet escape to fantasy land.
