When I tell you “I fuck everything up” I’m telling the truth.
Don’t try to tell me “no you don’t”. I don’t need any more of your lies.
I have accepted the truth. That I fuck everything in my life up.
My parents marriage
I’ve ruined a lot.
People get mad at me.
People yell at me.
I don’t need that. I’m mad at myself already. I yell at myself all the time. I don’t need anyone else to do that.
I’ve decided, I’m done. With trying to make things better.
What’s the fucking point in trying to make things better when I’ll just fuck them up again?
Tonight may be the night, that the 1 month I’ve been clean, might be ruined.
I’m not sure anymore..