Eleven

Gotta make it short for now.

133 and tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Kill me now. Please. Please...
Never had so much cooking going on in this house at one time. Fuck my mom for being the best chef in the world. At least it's not spicy food, I'd be eating it all right now.

My brother, Mason, is evil. "Oh, I forgot.. it's your world. all about you. Don't do shit for anyone but yourself.. ok fuck you" What do I do to deserve a brother who makes me feel suicidal every time he talks to me? Sorry I had to come home and couldn't buy weed for him?

So much crying. About to be so much blood.
Hopefully I'll be dead by this evening. If I don't blog tonight, I probably did end my life. About time, right? I know, sorry for being late.

What's taking death so long? Is he lost? Why can't he find me?



I love Fall Out Boy. I love DD. I love exlax. I love sleep.
I love my horse. I love my kitty. I love skinny.

Skinny thoughts <3