Maybe the reason I smoke so much lately, is because I have the thought of dying constantly come up in my head. Maybe because I’m too scared to push through or my sane (idk for how long) mind and conscience stops me from doing so. For the sake of my friends and family, who sometimes are what makes me have these unsettling thoughts, I will continue to battle against myself. But, Unconsciously I know that smoking like crazy will slowly **** me.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Stuck in my own limbo
Chaotic, yet quiet
Thoughts on my mind
To whom can I confide?
Sadness consumes me
When will this end?
When will luck and happiness become my friend?
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC