In the past 6 months I’ve been: Crying as often as a six year old Friendless as a 16 year old Feeling as bleak as a 60 year old Miserable as only I know how to be
In the next 6 months I will be happy or dead. I can’t be this unhappy and retain any optimism for the future. Substances don’t feel anything when the chemistry experiment fails, so I’m not going to toil any more at this life experiment just to die a few years later.
