Should just go die now
I should
Just crawl into a hole and die; i’d be at least good at that.
I have these long moments, where I think about my day. In constantly doing something we are destroying something else. Like when I work I blow through and destroy problems and time, whatever way is the most eloquent to put it.
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and its these weird things we destroy, simply by living. Its weird the things that wear on me, that I cannot be the confidence for someone else and with hold the responsibilities of being a partner even, all these things, weird things. wears on me completely. I wish that just for a second I could convince you that I love you.
and that things will be alright
and that I can make things alright.
and that, well, it isn’t too late.
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I want to destroy doubt.
I keep waking up holding my own hand, I realize that im bitter when I look at couples because im alone.
well, kinda, at least my hand has a pair
I need money
