Who the fuck knows
Who the fuck cares
Nommy pills, here I go, who cares if I'll be here tomorrow

I don't even have my fucking phone so I can't even fucking look at my psylog to figure out how much to take of what and when

Ugh.

Who cares I didn't get basically any sleep either, she doesn't have insomnia like I do so she just gets to sleep

I'm this close to just eating random pills and trying to kill myself with them

This fucking close

Nobody knows where I am anyway, and my gf is just gonna be out cold for too long to notice, not like she cares I'm doing miserable, sleep too important

Why does anyone even ever want me anywhere near them. Just get rid of me already. You'll all do it sooner or later anyway. Must be fun to watch me suffer isn't it. I'm tired of being lied to

And the motherfucking retarded abhorrent touchpad on this shitass laptop should be burned alive

And holy fucking SHIT FUCK THE MASTODON DEVS AND MAKING ALL BUTTONS TAKING 30 TIMES TO PRESS KILL YOURSELF GO FUCKING DIE RETARD

They'll all find someone who is less high maintenance than an obsessive broken piece of shit like me. Probably already have, and if not will. I'm just a useless waste of space, I wanna be gone already.

I won't be there annoying others, making them feel that I'm too much to deal with or abusive, I'll just be gone; finally peace and quiet, right?

I have to beg and ask for any kinda affection, and I'm just a toxic shit that manipulates it out of others anyway. Everyone's gonna be happy that such a piece of shit is gone.

I'm fucking tired. Everyone's gonna be happy to see me gone anyway. No point in staying.

I fucking wish we had enough drugs to knock me the hell out and never make me wake up.

Hey look I can also sleep. My preferred kind of sleep is the kind I'll never wake up from.

Sleep, most important thing in the world, takes precedence over absolutely anything and everything, who cares if there's just gonna be a corpse tomorrow

I'm this close to just grabbing my things and disappearing

Except, oh whoops, I DON'T HAVE A MOTHERFUCKING PHONE, ALL MY MONEY IS IN HER BANK ACCOUNT, I CAN'T DO JACK FUCKING SHIT

I don't need any of that to go kill myself, tho if I lock myself out of the hotel room I have no fucking way of getting back in anyway. She'll casually keep sleeping not giving a single flying fuck about me.

Nobody gives a flying fuck about what I have to say or what I yap about anyway, what's the motherfucking point.

I'm just gonna quietly cry into the corner with my knives and hope I finally get to die so this charade is over

I'm dead fucking tired of talking into the air about things I'm passionate about and her faking interest then falling asleep in the middle whilst being like "yea I swear I'm not falling asleep"

And I'm supposed to infer thru fucking magic if I should talk to her or not.

What's the point anyway, not like she ever listens to any of the shit I rant about anyway

Like mmm yes I love talking to a corpse

And she wonders when I get pissed whenever she ignores me when I talk to her, telling me that she can "do two things at once"

Because being lied to is the best thing ever is it fucking not

What's worst is that she fucking lies about listening to me and tells me to rant into the ether about something I fucking care about just for her to not even listen to it cuz she's out cold