Coping Mechanisms.

I always thought that you were supposed to feel like shit after sex. That you were supposed to hate yourself to the point of cutting up your arms just to forget the sick act you’ve performed on camera, on video, in front of an audience. Exhibitionist. I thought that’s how you know if people like…

The Reason.

You especially don’t give a shit about me What’s more important? Partying with your friends or me? This, I hate to say it, is on you. I’ve done nothing but love you and you couldn’t even try. YOU are the reason I drink.  YOU are the reason I want  nothing more than to die every …