sooooooo fucking depressed

no joke…i’m just, going, to stay, in this bed, all week…i don’t care anymore..i’m hurt all around now.

Dear cocaine, I’m not your bitch
Dear cocaine, I’m not your whore… anymore
I hate the day we ever met
The times with you I’ll just forget

Dear cocaine, quit calling me
The phone is off and I’m fast asleep
I can’t recall when we last slept
The times with you I’ll just regret

What can I say, I said that “I’m not your bitch”
Or should I have to say
I’m not your whore… anymore
I’m not your whore… anymore

I’m coming down…

Dear cocaine, you’re not my friend
Dear cocaine this is the end
‘Cause I missed the days, when I used to smile
When life was simple and so alive

So dear cocaine, don’t follow me
Don’t turn around, don’t say a thing to me
Let me go, ‘cause I know
That I can do this on my own
Dear cocaine, I’m not your whore… anymore
I’m not your whore… anymore

I’m coming down…

Down…

Today i feel sick:p

I’ll shoot myself, and keep my mouth shut

i shouldn’t have my arms open for you anymore. There’s going to be too much to fix before that happens.

you said you wanted to start things over, so i took it literally, we’re starting over 100%, and butterflies, start first.