fuckit. fuckit all to hell. its not like anyones gonna notice or care if i moan or whine here so i'm gonna moan my arse off 'cause i'm absolutely fucked. so fuck you.
why does my life have to be like this. is it entirely imposssilbe to avoid the constellation that is my fucked' up' ness. it blots out the sun like some kind of vulgar tumour until you seee it and realise it's too late.
what is the final point beyond which you can no longer help yourself, however hard you try?
I can't think where i can go from here. what can i do to escape what i am and create a me i can accept. dear bejusus who am i. i am nemo and i am truly mashed and sad.
why does my life have to be like this. is it entirely imposssilbe to avoid the constellation that is my fucked' up' ness. it blots out the sun like some kind of vulgar tumour until you seee it and realise it's too late.
what is the final point beyond which you can no longer help yourself, however hard you try?
I can't think where i can go from here. what can i do to escape what i am and create a me i can accept. dear bejusus who am i. i am nemo and i am truly mashed and sad.