Because there are days when you’re simply done.


„Nothing but a fucking dream…“ she said.

„Yeah, but that’s what it’s all about.“ i mentioned.

 

Scum in your face, cum to drink, fun to kill the sun in your eyes and dirt to make you feel alive again. Nuts to see the truth, scare to come back down again, fuck to get ill, die to say you’ve been alive. These days you take a bath in your own shit, let the gin tell you it’s all in your head, lose youre soul, yourself, begin to carry the world to the incredible corner of how it should be with your bloody knees and this god damn headace which doesn’t dissapear for gods sake. Dissapointment for the daily breakfast, you sleep in an urinal and your best friend is the underwear of your ex…

Your mother loves you.

 

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