Well, it fucking got worse. I am in more shit than the last time out. Unbelievable. I had one job. Stay away. I motherfucking couldn’t. I cannot wait till I can look back on this period and have good distance from it. I want to be able to say “that was quite bad”. I can’t say that now. It is still motherfucking bad.
I am typing a bunch of shit without saying anything but the purpose of these posts is to set a landmark on certain periods in my life, not to motherfucking air all my dirty laundry in public. This entry will get lost in my actual journal. It’d be easier to find here in the future. Right now I don’t even want to be alive next year. I don’t want a future where I am alive. I’d get my wish eventually but it’s dead that I have to suffer until that point.
It gets worse.
