The only way I’m going out is by my own fuckin’ hand.
Fuck what you think and fuck dealing with this bullshit. I’m not gonna reach 30 I know that for fuckin’ sure.

I’m so sick of everyone’s shit, everything around me, everything. I never fuckin’ asked to be here. If I knew what I was getting into I never would have. What a blessing that would’ve been.

Fuck this place I’m out.

“I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head
The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me
Naw you wouldn’t understand”

Seriously..

I think I want to shoot up a syringe full of some heavy heroin..
Fuck it..

I don’t want to do this anymore..
It’s really unfortunate that this happened but I can’t help it. I wish I loved doing what I do. I wish I looked forward to doing it. But I don’t. In fact I’m beginning to hate it.

I hate people and being a barber involves me having to deal with them on a daily basis multiple times a day.

Idk what to do. Idk where I’m headed.

My own mind has been my worst enemy for the last couple of months and it’s driving me absolutely nuts. It’s bringing out thoughts I never thought I’d have and shutting away anything positive.

I’m losing it.

Someone just asked me if I could let them borrow Skyrim….
Wtf?! No way dude!!!!!!!
You’re nuts if you think I’m lending that to anyone I’m not even close to finishing that game aside from the main quests which I already completed. I still have hundreds of hrs of gameplay left.

Pruzah vulon
Tiid wah hahnu.

I’m losin my fucking mind.

I seriously don’t feel like myself anymore. I feel like I’m turning into the one thing I hate most, that piece of shit they call my father that bailed like the fucking cunt piece of shit he was.
I wish that fucker was dead. Unless he already is in which case I’d be filled with fucking joy.
I feel fucking lost and hating everything and everyone.
Unmotivated and worthless, confused and feel like I’m headed nowhere.

FUCK

Fuck everything man..

I feel myself slowly slipping away..

One by one, load up the gun