Today marks the 2nd year of realizing how much this holiday weekend is unavoidable especially when bad memories keep arising from it. I know how melancholy I sound however, this day marks as well that I’m freeing myself from all those memories which truly means that I need to move on no matter how much I could not forgive or forget those closest to me who did not just take my life once, twice, but thrice.
The spark from this life relationship I have with them is certainly not salvageable nor do I want to keep looking back from.it each time I am reminded.
I need to move forth with my life and just keep going for no one else could really do what’s best for me but my own crazy self regardless of how much my conscience holds me, I’m going to forget everything about them.
8 doobies to the face, Fuck that.
12 bottles in the case Nigga, fuck that.
2 pills and a half, wait Nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance
When your age don’t exist.
sometimes i feel like my kindness gets taken for creepiness. i hold it back a lot too. kinda shitty.