im done. I’ve reached it. The end of my teather. Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck my empty fucking life. Fuck my fake friends Fuck my drowned aspirations Fuck your happiness Fuck your freedom Fuck the fact everyone adores you Fuck that I can’t feel anything except sadness Fuck that I’m unlovable Fuck that I’m naive Fuck that I won’t ever be what I wanted Fuck my mind Fuck my tendancies Fuck trying to sleep at night. Fuck all of it. Fuck this shitty iPhone that keeps autocorrecting me.