Death.

I’m not a person who deals with death well.  I’ve known 3 people in the last month, at the least who have died.  People that I physically met, that I spent some time with and shared some moments of my life with despite how miniscule they might be.

I can’t concentrate.  Everything means nothing to me anymore.  This is too much to handle.  I just want to get away from all of this.

I coul give a fuck less about the things that used to mean everything to me.  I can’t even find a second to pull myself together, let alone deal with everything on top of what I’m already going through.

Fuck.

3 months ago  /  1 note