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Anyone wanna get drunk with me? I don't wanna feel. Oh, that's right. I don't drink. Or do drugs. Guess it's sleep for me. Or, again, lack thereof. Starting to see a pattern here. It's not staying asleep, but falling asleep. It's complicated. Like everything else. Sorry, couch. I seem to post on here a lot. I know there's no limit, but you must all get tired of it.
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This is, and will always be my life. 
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