Daisies are Yellow, the Flowers are Dead.

Now feeling: Lil Wayne’s “I Feel Like Dying.”

I missed my talking group today and I feel like shit (dying.) All I did instead was sleep and that didn’t do anything for me. The day was shitty either way. Work left me entirely dissatisfied and angry and all I want to do right now is drink.

I’m eating raspberries instead because I can’t stop eating. I haven’t been able to. Fucking cocaine. I miss it. I miss everything. Right now even the bad days seem worth it. I don’t even smoke weed and I was gonna ask my coworker who gave me a ride to let me smoke with her.

Fuck I just want to do something.

Because I’m miserable anyway, sober or intoxicated, with or without friends, with or without a job. I don’t see why I should keep trying, It doesn’t make sense right now.

Nobody’s even on my fucking side.

Whatever. I’ll rewrite this tomorrow.