I took myself home cos more I drank the more sad I got an I don't wanna be a dickhead I love her and I shouldn't and I don't know how to make it stop or go away its fucking killing me it's fucking me up and I don't know how to turn it off
I love the person I am. The person I am becoming. I don't hate my experiences. Hindsight, there are things I would have done differently, but that's life. You live. You pick yourself up and keep pushing forward.