desormais

thanks for the well wishes. i have no idea how long it'll take to fix my car. my neck is sore. i'm mostly still shaken up, especially when my hood flew back and cracked the windshield. even knocked my overhead lights out. i thought i was gonna die.

fuck life and everything in it. just a series of failures until we do something stupid or give in to natural processes.

fuck love. my brain can't even process the serotonin necessary to feel "love" anymore. i can't be happy with anything i have; i'm constantly looking for my next "fix" to fulfill some fantasy i'll never reach. i am broken inside.

fuck this place. i'll be gone in a little over a week. it's been nice knowing some of you, but i'm sure mercie will be happy she doesn't have to "compete" with all the girls who want me on here (read: none)

i don't even go into chat. i usually just sit alone, in my room. no one to talk to. i can't even speak to anyone without upsetting the balance of things. even that's going away.

if it weren't for mercie (who would die without me, and takes care of me...at times. when we don't want to die because of each other) i probably would've shot myself already.