Hello tumblr my old friend, it’s been a while since we’ve spoken hasn’t it? Today was like the other days again. I’m starting to remember why I wanted to run away a long time ago and it sounds like a pretty solid plan for now i guess. And to think this was because of something my mom said about me. I don’t even meet with my friends as much anymore. I even lost them a few times. Who am I kidding. I lost a best friend and some good friends. To think she said I won’t meet anybody new because of my hygiene? Fuck that I met them when I was still a good person. Sure things for me have turned to the worse but things like this make smoking make alot more sense than it used to. Yeah I’ll definitely die faster if I do but it’s not like I’m already dead in the first place.
Fuck my life
