one of my favorites pictures. photo by me. taken at northshore, hawaii.
My suicide reflects on no one, it just shows an inability of being. I can’t do this; too much work. My heart is heavy, full of lead, wasted years. I am so sorry. So sorry, I love you all.
She is under supervision and is safe.
I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life in which
I could ﬁnd no
—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Hey, I guess I’ll figure it out.
I’m not that desperate, oh no, oh god, I am.