well, it seems that I put my fucking foot in my mouth, as per usual. I give up. an abyss of alcohol, maybe I'll die before I cause any more damage. so, to those that thought of me as someone worth knowing, don't bother, I don't care anymore. maybe I'll be dead before you have the chance to read this. I give up
Before you put yourself six feet under in a spiral of self pity, perhaps it will become clear that worry does not contribute to progression or joy...
Maybe reevaluating your priorities, respecting your mother, and developing a sincere curiosity about the things that are really going on, will help you develop more life drive...