misery wants company
it was 2 am and i fell asleep with swollen eyes.
why cry. why waste the tears.
i'm mad and i'm miserable. i feel dead. i wish i didnt have a heart sometimes. right now it feels like it's been shredded to small little pieces and then being fed to the dogs.
at one point i said to myself 'give me the drugs, give me the alcohol'. anything to numb the pain. anything at all.
highly ironic that i'm going to 'high on life' later. i cant promise i wont break down till then.
fool. i'm a fool.
