Do you ever sit there and think why me why fucking me. I could be better if it wasn’t for this bullshit cunt condition. It ain’t even my fault for my shitty childhood and first infatuation killing themselves when they were 15. Is it bad I blame her I blame her for the way I feel today at 22. I was just thinking about her again and how infatuated I was with my first FP I guess. Her death was romantic laid with a lover, so much love for her, remembered for her songs. When I die what will I be remembered for nothing absolutely nothing. Today I feel so empty there’s a pit in my stomach. Another thought you ever just think about how nothing is unique what you feel your experiences every bastard feels the same hence why I’m ranting here. I ain’t special I ain’t romantic I’m just sad that’s it. Sorry for the depression I feel like I’m using this forum as fucking tumblr.