spent the better part of the morning crying in the bathroom...
fuck.
it
i invited people over for my birthday last night.. nobody came.
so pathetic its almost silly.
i guess she went out and got a new tatoo last night... i didnt want to know, but was informed regardless. everytime i think about her i miss her...
i dont fucking care what her new tatoo is and i dont want to know. at all.
i have decided last night i give up... not that i plan on suicide, i just give up on people.
i try to not be alone and make new friends but always end up by myself. like last night.
i will now go through life understanding and trying to embrace the fact that i an an unloved, unloveable cave troll.
heres a poem!
The Secret of Life.
run.
fuck it all
love,
Captain PirateFace
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
You should call me more often. My cell phone is actually kind of like a crisis hot line.
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