when is this going to stop?
I'm 28 years old and I am in my bed, not caring about any breath I might take in the future, not caring about life at all... I'm in bed, reduced to nothing, and all because of my mom's words. Worst part is that probably this is how she wants me to feel, the nothingness. I even though that if I die before I got home, while driving, I wouldn't care. Yes, I'm one of those sad people. I've always been one of those people.










