Wednesday 7/28/21

I'm sick of living again I don't wanna wake up. I punch myself in the face again. I cry again. What's the point I'm just talking to myself. I just wish I could never never wake up because this shit never ends. There's no cure or maybe the cure is death. What's the point in living a loveless virus life anyhow? Take me away. I can't even masterabe because I know it'll just make me even sicker and more ugly. Why won't it end? There's no hope for any kind of future of happiness. All I do is pretend I'm sick of it. There's no forgiveness for this shit. I took that darn car back as money I spent in it I could have went on a vacation. So now I have no car until mines gets fixed. Mom got crabs today and I got into the pool. Now trying to relax and clean up house abit. Going back into gaming.