I'm gonna kill myself at this rate. ain't nothing i can do but sit around and watch. I'm still not let in, locked outside. Push me away. Yet i have expectations to uphold. i hate being able to do nothing, to help, to feel caged. i keep taking and taking, i don't give a fuck if my lungs die out. i'll start damaging my livers too, for all it's worth. fuck it all.

i hate hot, ran-out-of-gas-coke.