I don't feel good. Like i feel alcohol might be regurgitated any moment. I didn't even drink much. PUKE PUKE PUKE PUKE PUKE
I may be going back into that little place I call isolation again.
I hate myself with every possible fibre of my being. i suck at life.
i am a fat retard with no excuse. My mom and dad hates each other and I hate them equally. I am a terrible friend and terrible at making friends. I am fat. Fat and miserable. Like FAT. Like probably 10 kg over the weight that I may be deemed acceptable by the other human beings in Singapore.
Miserable fat fuck, I am.
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