5:25 P.M.

I have made a vow to myself.

I'll never let you go.

All the nicotine,
alcohol
and pills
can't wash you away.

You're a stain
I purposely poured ...
all over me.

I close my eyes
and I see
nothing but you.

Nothing but you and me.

Love ***** me up
---for better and for worse.

But I won't let my mother
and my father
pass down this....
curse.

Some day we will
purify our love
and it will no longer hurt.

I hope that baby feels like razor blades all the way out of your already-ruined ****.
You're beyond ******* hopeless you adulterer, simple, bipolar, unsuccessful, succubus bottom-feeder.
Eat **** and seriously DIE.
I hope you cry every night knowing that you've already peaked.
I hope your husband ***** more girls behind your back.
I hope you want to die when you realize you don't have it--you never did and you definitely don't have it now--and that nobody wants to **** your sack-of-potatoes body.
You're cruel and doomed to your repetitive ways because your IQ is unfathomably LOW.
I hope your ignorance dissipates only so you can be miserable in your pool of shittiness while your low IQ prevents you from ever saving yourself so you forever live a life in hell.
I don't even believe in God and I ******* HOPE HELL EXISTS SO YOU CAN FOREVER ROT.

****, I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE.

Keep your family close...

It's easy to forget about the people who are near you every day.
Don't take them for granted.
They are the answer to all your problems, in a way.
My grandmother hugged me today.
We both cried over my dying grandfather and her dying soulmate.
This death will bind us, bind the time I took for granted---No more of that.
I have made a pact to take care of her damaged heart--differently damaged, beautifully damaged heart.
It's broken like my grandfather's, who has a short time-span.
I'm as scared as he is.

lost someone to ******. first time but im sure it wont be the last...
havent spoken in 6 years but it still hurts a lot..to see these people grow up innocent and turn to a place so lonely and sad and dark..

I'm just a nut job
hiding behind a blank stare
you can find me
almost anywhere.
I smile and I laugh
in front of your face.
I hide in a bathroom,
creating my fate.
This powder controls my day,
I'll love you once it's made its way...
up my nose, through my bloodstream
into my brain...
I'll love you once it's made its way...
I'll love you once it's made its way...
I'll love you once I feel okay...

It's as if you have pressed pause
and you're not really certain if you will ever unpause...
You're hazy and dazy, it's hard to make any decisions.
You're convinced you're actually doing something and then when you sober up you realize the day has passed, unused...literally nothing was done.

A waste.
Wasting away.

But it has given me a light...
Now when I'm sober I realize how beautiful life is and how dark opiates are.

everything is messy
i've accepted that
and that is the first step
to a clean act