I'm tired of giving and giving and giving and fucking giving.

I am so sick of it.

So sick.

I hate this.

I want this to end.

It's my fault anyways right? For always setting myself up to get hurt.

Whatever. Tonight I'm getting wasted. No more soberness. Let all the drugs wash all the pain away.

Heh.

I don't trust myself.

I told Priscilla to bitch at me if I get too fucked up too many times.

Until the next morning, when the cycle repeats itself, the pain courses through my blood yet again.

Drunk. High. Party.

And endless cycle.

Until I become numb again.

That's my plan.

Time to get ready for work.

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