I just want people to stop asking if I’m ok. The answer almost never changes.

xxoxer:

i can’t do this anymore
i’m not strong enough
i’ll stay alive, maybe
but i’m not trying anymore
i’m too tired
i’m too weak

forgetting-regret:

God sometimes I wish I killed myself when I had the drive. I’m not doing any good here.

I’ve got two different strains right now, one from my boy Shane that I’ve already tried, and one is a new strain from my friend who will remain nameless. My plan is to smoke a bowl of the new stuff and then a bowl of the other stuff and see just what happens. So read on if you care about me getting high!

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I have no friends.

I hate myself.

I hate the direction my life is going in.

Fuck this.

I just feel so alone sometimes.

I go to bed early every night so i don’t have to explain to my family why I’m so upset

Because to be honest, sometimes I don’t even know.

Then I wake up, sheets drenched, heart pounding, disoriented, a nightmare that only partly fades with the morning light, and try to comfort myself back to sleep with thoughts of suicide on movie screens.

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c0mpromise:

Let’s disappear. 

When my friend loses my weed.