It’s only 9am and my friend is trying to get me to smoke some dmt. What the hell
I was a broken mirror.
She put me back together.
She walked away.
I fell apart yet again.
A broken mirror is worthless.
It always gets thrown away.
No matter how hard I try to stay together.
I always fall apart, again and again.
Not sure if I’m tripping or if my garden looks like something out of a cartoon right now.
watching the sun set in an outdoor bath could cure any sadness in the world
this is freaking magical
All I need
I already know that I’m going to have an absolutely shitty day at work today. Tuesdays usually suck anyways, but damn.
Happiness staring at me through the barrel of a gun.
My feelings are vultures picking away at my helpless corpse.
I’m not trying to sound greedy, but honestly, why is it that everything and everyone I come into contact with either dies or kills me? I feel like if I die right now at this exact moment, nobody will even notice. Nobody ever notices me. I’m a fucking ghost among the living.