sickness

i puked all day at work. being sick is shitty... stress vom is just annoying. especially over something completely fucking stupid.

sitting here, in the dark of the kitchen by myself, I realize that after looking at all the pictures, and reading all the texts, and looking at all the evidence... that I've finally realized that it's not just me. And no, it's not all my fault. No, it's not me who's the problem %100 of the time. No, i'm not the one fucking up constantly. No, i'm not perfect. No, it's not alright.

But i do know that I can take a hint. And the hint has been taken. Trust me, I've got it. And trust me, I hate it. And trust me, I loathe it. And fucking trust me

i'm done