Truth is

I absorbed so much shit that I didn’t do. There are times when I just want to give up. I know no one gives a fuck and good riddance to me, but I am trying to put this mother fucker of a life together.  I just don’t want people to be disappointed in me anymore. But it almost seems impossible at times.


What does it mean when driving down the road you start to think that if I flip this junk how many flips will it take to crush the roof and snap my neck.

But there is something in me that disallows this. I am not afraid of death never really was. But I am afraid to not see some little people through.

Sometimes I just wish I could give up.


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