Writing Forever Tragedies

September Sixth, Two-Thousand Fourteen, Nothing More, Nothing Less.

[writing-forever-tragedies]

It was supposed to get easier as time went by, not hit harder, the fuck is going on, I can remember it all somehow, can’t even remember a year ago but five, somehow that works. Fuck.

[writing-forever-tragedies]

I want someone in my life again, I don’t want to play games, I want the person I can pour my heart and soul into, where are they?

[writing-forever-tragedies]

4 almost 5 years later, another tragedy in the book, another portion of life wasted, still gravitating back to the same game, same play, same spot, different day, same hook. Crazy huh?

[happily-dysfuncti0na1]

LIVING WITH DEPRESSION 

[writing-forever-tragedies]

Just because time moves on, history stays the same....

[writing-forever-tragedies]

Yup I'm back bitches

[casper-is-not-a-ghost]

[writing-forever-tragedies]

I know life can always get better but suicide never left my mind

[writing-forever-tragedies]

Forever sins and tragedies.

[owmeex]

[hallucination]

[absinthundrosen]

[vivala90s]

Gas Prices In The ’90s

[respectthe-fro]

Yo

[netpeon]

dam the 90’s really was popin

[coughhin]

son I need this my tank stay on e

[goldenbrownbuttah]

Sigh. When times were great. Bae could slide thru twice a day with these prices.

[awerkofart]

If it was that much my pockets would be heavy!!!! Damn good times

[writing-forever-tragedies]

Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

[writing-forever-tragedies]

Fuck all these dumb mother fuckers.

[geriello]

[utrippy]