relapsing

[nosimpincurly]

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)

[bobbehh]

Suicide? Again with these thoughts. I just had hope that I could start my life a new… Tears? They glide like the razor I wish I could yield. Nothing to please me but weed and my cousins. Is this the path you want me on?

[bobbehh]

I can only give my kid words and a great support system.

[bobbehh]

I need a pussy to swamp on and boobies to suck on. >.<‘’ I want foreplay

[bobbehh]

I’m going into the New Year without my 2 hearts. Tears glide my cheeks but I guess this is how we start a new.

[bobbehh]

Nothing is in place but everything is where it needs be.

[bobbehh]

After writing that I realize that I just need a restart with a new setting and new experiences.

[bobbehh]

Just kill yourself, you’re not important, you’re not anything worthy, you’re pathetic, you’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re a pedo?(question mark from Me as this is said a lot??) You’ve failed your only duty, you’re poor, you’re unemployed, you’re disabled, you’re retarded, God doesn’t need you, you’re just the Devil’s pawn, nothing will become of you, you’re lazy, never, not interested.

[bobbehh]

I didn’t take my meds, so I cannot go to bed. I need someone to take my life before I do.

[bobbehh]

I want to die. I want to die. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want anything. I wish to be nothing. I’m ready to die. I’m ready for the afterlife. Burning or not, I am ready to rot.

[bobbehh]

I feel a little better with all of that out, I need to go to church.

[bobbehh]

Pondering within this predicament is suffocating. Is this what hope feels like? Running low on oxygen and gagging at the unknown? I hurt you for years and now I’ve lost you. Is this feeling similar to the ones I caused you? I apologize but it has no anchoring. My ship has sunk and my eyes have lost twinkling. Plundering what has been sown, everything is gone but what is my own. I want to vanish every fingerprint I’ve lain but I am who’s to blame. Extinguish this yearning. I am burning from what’s discerning. I have yet to be acknowledged from a writing, are these beautiful words or are you yawning? Anyway let’s get back to the matter, I have no one to flatter. I miss your scent and your taste, I miss where your heart and my soul shared a base. I’m holding back emotions and repressing tears. When could I have given anyone the cogs to my gears? These are just words and my actions have to reflect. I just hate that the judges are the one’s to prospect. Letter by letter, key by key, I can type the conflict out of me. So I write and I write to the audience of none. I wish and pray to god that you are the only one. My first and last is all I ask, the reason I lost you was cause of the flask. Addiction, addiction, rhythm and rhyme repeat after me; it is not your time. Revived and in health you should know better, don’t let the devilish thoughts out you clever. This is getting kind of long and I’m running of out ideas but I need you to know I worship you like they do Shiva.

I have to drive in twenty or so minutes. So I’m going to end here and just say I Love You more than plenty and finite.

[bobbehh]

I want to taste her pussy again, I yearn for it

[bobbehh]

You’re all invited to my funeral. I’m gone soon.

[bobbehh]

This glow is unreal, break ups are surreal. You’ve lost my head and heart, I’m starting to get used to this part.