[ ] Brush my teeth [ ] Take a shower [ ] Pick my clothes out [ ] Eat some breakfast [ ] Plan my day [ ] *Breathe* [ ] BALLS TO THE WALL [ ] Cry [ ] Reorient future [ ] Procrastinate [ ] Sleep [ ] Dream
Two hands Two feet Too much blood ~ on my hands to sleep
It all ends today, and I don’t mean HP7.
He has a problem, he has “the brain flu,” and he and needs my help. With the deepest respect, please GTFO. My family, my friends, my counselors, everyone - If you gotta problem with me, stop blindly blaming my medications, my depression, and my general eccentricity and LISTEN to what I’m fucking teling you.
You Know Who You Are: Thank you for your time, your love, and your good intentions, but we both know that the answers I’m looking for are answers you can’t provide. I sincerely apologize for any stress I may have called you, and I hope that our relationship will remain unaffected by my current situation. Regardless I insist that you detach yourself from my personal life, however badly you wish to “help.”
One way or another, this will end. Please believe in me.