So it 1230 and I’m sitting my car trying to hold back tears right? Why? Because I fucking hate myself and everything I have done to my self in the past week. I’m too drunk to drive so I’m sitting in my car listening to the traffic pass above me. It’s an interesting sound. Soothing in the most sorrowful way. I know I know that Whatever. This would have to count as bad med day number two although I’m not completely sure it has anything to do with the medication. I am an idiot. But I’ll be fine. I can be strong. Argh what the fuck ever.
Posted on Saturday, 5 March 2011
