terror and grief have shrunken my heart to a stone cold fist
just when I was gonna work on getting a little nicer-feeling-ish, ha. Ears would find that funny π
I tried praying but failed. I don't believe in anything I don't give the slightest shit about anything else, I just want my kid back π
how did Huckforcats say it? something like what is the point of being sober where is the comfort I am a human being everybody needs warmth, something like that. he was right, there is no point to this, it never gets better, it only ever gets harder and colder π
half a sandwich yesterday
just the thought of food makes me sick even tho shaking weak from empty now
that is how I die
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| not gonna move from this bed, gonna read myself to death until my sister gets here π |


