I won't fall for your lies again
Lies.
It seems to be my word.
Well, everyone says it to be.
But that's a different story.
I miss my Caroline. I want her here.
God only know how much I want a strong drink...and I don't drink.
It scares me how much I want to be drunk right now.
It's just a phone call away....
Thankfully I stop myself....
I hate how my life is going.
I hate how I'm breathing.
I hate how I feel like everyone hates me.
I hate.
Myself.
It seems to be my word.
Well, everyone says it to be.
But that's a different story.
I miss my Caroline. I want her here.
God only know how much I want a strong drink...and I don't drink.
It scares me how much I want to be drunk right now.
It's just a phone call away....
Thankfully I stop myself....
I hate how my life is going.
I hate how I'm breathing.
I hate how I feel like everyone hates me.
I hate.
Myself.
posted by Angel at
11:13 AM
2 Comments:
being drunk doesn't make a difference, i don't know why people think it does.
it's not that it makes a difference.
just an urge.
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