I feel like everything’s going to fall apart, though it probably isn’t.
I’m slowly starting to realize that my smoking’s becoming a problem.
I’m scared you’re going to leave me, no matter how many times you tell me you won’t, I still feel like that same fuck-up as before.
A year’s a really long time.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m afraid of the future.

who am I kidding? you guys don’t read my posts.

fuck you. fuck all of you. I’m sorry to say that I don’t think I can consider really anyone on here a true friend of mine.
Shit, half of you straight up ignore me when I try to communicate with you.

I’m in a mess, and I can’t find relief. well then again, maybe I’m looking for it in all of the wrong places.

-Sid.