reneemarie

I'm tired of contemplating suicide. I'd know how to do it right this time. This scares me. I'm fine one minute. Going to see a friend to have some fun then they cancel on me while I'm driving over there because they're "tired" and can't find their wallet to give me gas money. I tell him to go find some faggot to fuck in the ass and get AIDS. Go to Taco Cabana cuz I get pissy when I'm hungry and when I'm already pissy that's just not good. I order a breakfast burrito. Luckily I look at it (those wetbacks fuck up shit constantly). What is it? It's bacon and cheese. THAT IS NOT A GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING BREAKFAST BURRITO!!!!!!!!!!!! I drive back thru, ask to talk to the manager. Show him this pathetic bullshit and ask what a breakfast burrito is to him. He says it's eggs, potato, bacon and cheese, duh. So I wait and get that. I check it. It's what it should be. So I park and eat and every song makes me bawl and want to just fucking die.

I take half a bottle of my xanax and down the rest of my beer then go home. I'm tired. Not pissy at least tho, My mom told me how all her friends were telling her how proud they were of me and how beautiful I was and what a kind soul I had. Ok, this made me cry because there are people out there that think good things about me and yeah, I just don't need to die yet.

Sleep, yes.

Mr.Hammond = hot sex