When I sit and think about it, I am deeply, deeply unhappy with my life. I am so fucking lonely man it’s not even okay. I have no one. Nothing. I hate these moods. I need to go back to the doctors. Nothing ever goes right for me, everything I’ve ever wanted has slipped through my fingers like sand. And yes that means you.
Why am I even considering letting you back into my life. I need slapped.
the rough neighborhoods of italy are called the spaghetto
get out
