October 23, 2011

  • "Everything, everything ends."

     

    I remember when winters felt remotely like winters, and so did autumns. I'm stuck in this place that has turned into my own personal hell; where every person wants to fuck me or fuck me over, where twists are not good parts of a plot line in a novel but another knife turn in my back. Where school work tides me over to the next week.

     

    I wish I could graduate. I wish my lawsuit was over, I wish I could just get past this time in my life.