Its so late… And I feel as if this is so unimportant. I feel unimportant. I break everything I touch. And hurt everyone around me. All I am is angry. Angry at the things that hurt. For hurting myself. Its come to a point where I’m done. I’m done with myself. I’m done caring about who I am or what I believe. I’m done sitting down and letting people run over me. I’m done dealing with my own feelings. Im done being a failure. When you fail as much as I do. You become like this. A mess… I’m sitting here. Contemplating looking for the prosac in my car, and the bottle of Barcelo. I have no motivation. No drive to live. I live for others. My family and friends. I wake up everyday because I try to live the life my mother gave me. And live the life my friends helped me through. Time will always move on. Ahead. With or without me. Maybe I’ll sleep on it. Consider it tomorrow. Maybe I’ll forget and move on. Or maybe I’ll do it tonight. Just get it over with. But knowing me. I’ll suck it up. And take it for the next couple of years.
i feel like salem the cat is tumblr’s spirit animal
do you guys see what i’m getting at