i might be crying and shit i might be fucked up again but at least i’m alive. i much rather be out here in this world than in a hospital again. i’m fucked up im always high i’m always crying, i text my ex too often, i think i love everyone and i just want to be loved. fuck i’m miserable but i’m alive... at least i’m alive. and i actually have some hope... some hope... which is different from all the other times.