I'm ready for bed around 6pm. I'm never hungry anymore and the only thing that feels okay are my cigarettes. Today i went threw the whole day with a smile that screamed "I'M OKAY TODAY AND I WILL BE TOMORROW AND TOMORROW AND TOMORROW" Then it hit and i had to go home. I'm not angry at anyone. I'm just angry. I hate bars. I hate people. I am just angry. I don't want to get out of bed anymore.
Oh walls, they surround me
Loneliness, has found me...
