summersvonhesse:Feeling all and every bit of this today. I could pound back a bottle of rye whiskey.
summersvonhesse:Feeling all and every bit of this today. I could pound back a bottle of rye whiskey. They kind of shit that feels like you are drinking fire, toke down a couple packs of cigaretts in a binge drinking session while I laugh about life. It litterally phyically hurts in my head, I swear. Maybe it’s this climate, the sunlight, the cold, the city. The fact that I really have no clue what I’m doing with my life. Traveling brings that screaming to the forefront of my brain. How lost I am at home. The fact that I have made my marraige last this long, have two good kids is a small miracle. Everyone around me knows that. It’s sheer stubbronness and self hatred that keeps me going most days. This part of me that wants to do better than what I know. And why? It’s days like this I don’t really fucking know. Maybe the beauty will be in my breakdown, maybe it won’t, I haven’t even decided the next five minutes. -- source link