chokethewind | Checkers. (Reply)

I'm at this point where it's do or die and I think it's not going to be the first.

I'm exhausted, inspired, and deathly afraid. I have nowhere else to go and I keep getting fucked over. Or I keep fucking up. Damn, do I keep fucking up. I want it simpler. I want to breathe again but it's all just hitching in my chest and I had the most amazing, perfect, beautiful weekend in the world and now I can't even breathe.

I don't know what else to do. I really don't.

Entry about this weekend coming up as soon as I finish writing it and sticking in the pictures. I wish i could get paid for this shit. I'm trying to figure out what else I could get paid for. Or sell. Not my PS2. Do I have anything else of value? Perhaps. Idk. I wish I was amazing enough to write or make anything to sell.

I wish a lot of things, don't I? Fuck. I'm so fucking tired.