I hate life and honestly I only look forward to instant gratification.
I only like getting drunk.
I only like eating.
Those are the only two things that don't fill me with dread.
Everything else leaves room for my horrible, painful thoughts and memories.
Everything besides eating and drinking is actually, actively painful and I hate it.
Maybe sleeping is okay but only because I need it if I don't do it enough. Once I awake from sleeping, I get disappointed that I'm still alive outside my dreams.
I hate living and I hate myself for being such a disappointment.
I only like eating.
Those are the only two things that don't fill me with dread.
Everything else leaves room for my horrible, painful thoughts and memories.
Everything besides eating and drinking is actually, actively painful and I hate it.
Maybe sleeping is okay but only because I need it if I don't do it enough. Once I awake from sleeping, I get disappointed that I'm still alive outside my dreams.
I hate living and I hate myself for being such a disappointment.









