i write habitually as a way to
verbalize my far too complex thoughts which
are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences
that complicate life unnessarily.
I've been thinking too much. More reasons for migraine attacks! And they keep coming. Unstoppably irritating can. Four more days and it’s happening again. When everything is going perfectly fine, something just has to ruin at the end of the day. I hate this shit. Please stop. Spare me some mercy. Because I can’t bare the consequences concerning much buckaroonies and the fact that I’m dead broke or worst life behind bars.I didn’t know life was this really hard as I’m growing up, and wheni'm not even 20.
i’m calling him, feigning sadness, repeatedly dialing. But he’s not answering because he’s mad with me for that I didn’t care when he really did want to talk to me even though he was dead fatigue. I am so mean. I know. Please wake up. I need to say I’m sorry and I promise it won’t happen again. This time I really really mean it.
