Gregory's ServerI can't make an edgy jpeg out of this.
I'd actually shoot myself in the face right now if I had the chance, for no comprehensible reason, and the unusually large number of people counting on me nowadays just makes it worse.
I don't know what the last straw was, and taking the critical damage out of nowhere that feels so irreversible while casually lying on the bed and thinking about everyday little things seems odd.
It hurts like fuck, whatever that shit is.
Gonna get through the night.
I'll keep you posted.
I'd actually shoot myself in the face right now if I had the chance, for no comprehensible reason, and the unusually large number of people counting on me nowadays just makes it worse.
I don't know what the last straw was, and taking the critical damage out of nowhere that feels so irreversible while casually lying on the bed and thinking about everyday little things seems odd.
It hurts like fuck, whatever that shit is.
Gonna get through the night.
I'll keep you posted.
The phantom smell of something burning is getting more and more unbearable.