I’ll tell you cause I can’t tell anyone else
I tried to OD again, and again I failed. One of these days I’m going to get it right. Just can’t take life constantly shitting on me anymore
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McGeeisme · 61-69, M
Despair is a real monster to live with. A big slimy, foul bastard of a moster that climbs right in our skin with us and chews on our hopes, on our basic desire just to be alright, to have a basic life with just a modicum the elements neccesary for contentment. I'm sorry it has climbed inside your skin with you.