it is what it is, it is how it's meant to be, i can't change what's already happened, this too shall pass.

i'm not here i'm pretending to be elsewhere maybe not even on earth

compute alone in cold dark room

is it time to die yet?

nothings new same old wanna dieeee

coping as best as i can

getting my hair trimmed over and over

....

drinking coffee and crying, what's new

wasting time always

exhausted depressed suffering at the library

i can drink coffee without feeling like i'm going to have a heart attack.. like what the hell

idly studying japanese

can't find no single reason

thriving on neglect

trying to kill time and failing

staring into space letting responsibilities pile up what's new

filling out disability paperwork ugh

messin with obsidian

withdrawals again hopefully for the last time ever