I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
Normal people scare me.. They are so judgemental and ignorant, it makes me loath the idea of ever changing who I am. I might not be a good person but I’d not judge one. especially without knowing their story, and I’ll happily promise that, though I can’t promise you I won’t wreck myself,I could easily promise you I’ll never judge you for the situation you’re in and I’ll defend you until you wreck the faith I was feeding off
argfghh i hate being homless fuck knows where most of my possessions even ended up
Is that all I am to you? Some gross, hopeless, junkie? Is that it? Because thats what I feel like when you talked to me…
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
People don’t talk to me.They talk to my shadow,my body.They don’t talk to my soul.They never did.