Feb 10, 2016
There's nothing stopping me from walking downstairs and ending everything, I've spent the past 3 years of my life being an addict, an alcoholic, let's add jealous, depressed, anxious, hot-headed, terrible temper. I'm a fuck up and I disappointed my parents and when I finally have something to live for and care about it, I put everything I have into it and it eats me alive because once I have it I live in constant fear of speaking my mind or how I actually feel because I'm already so close to losing it. It's been way too long and way too much struggling, what am I still fighting for.