I should just pull this gun.
Draw the slide.
Open my head,
And let my brains out.
No more tomorrow.
No more of everything.
Just an end.
Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out
I had a realization today.I realized that I have no friends.That seems like a stretch, right? But it’s true.I know people. Don’t get me wrong. I know all sorts of people. But I have no friends. Eve…
The day has been terrible. Oblivion is the only answer. In a bottle, in sleep, or at the report of a handgun, whichever. I just can’t seem to muster the will to give a fuck.
Morning may well arrive. But I won’t have any more reason or purpose than I have right now. I’ll get up and I’ll plod, zombie-like, through my routine. Making hours into history and never grasping the point.
"Tomorrow will be better."
"But what if it’s not?"
"Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.”
(Image via oh-positivity)
No, no, no.
This is why is bullshit:
The last assumption has no basis or foundation.
You can keep waving your hand at a brick and saying “You will turn into gold. You will.” …because, you never know right?
This is not encouraging. This is insulting.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. During these fits of absolute unconsciousness, I drank - God only knows how often or how much. As a matter of course, my enemies referred the insanity to the drink, rather than the drink to the insanity.
I’m only happy when it rains.
Alcohol, a depressant, brings me up to numb. That’s what we call “irony”. I still have negative thoughts. I still have nothing good to say about myself. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. When I’m buzzed I can do what everyone else does… just go with it.
Edit: Photo Credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/trean/8676369918/