Extremist at heart.
Thursday, 14th May ~ Hey lover, How are you? I'm doing...well, okay, I guess. I tried to kill myself yesterday, drank 60ml of paracetamol and immediately regretted it. I'm not going to lie, my parents suck, like suck ass. Sometimes they have good times, but their bad times are just too bad. I need to get my shit together. Happy one-year anniversary, dear. I don't think I'm suicidal or worse than last year now. I think some shit fell apart yesterday, but I'm here today. To set up out of that whole fiasco, let me tell you, last year around this time, I had no idea I would ever do such fun things - hanging out with close friends, sleepovers, kissing, and growing as a person. Yeah, I'm not the perfect planned-out topper model I was trying to picture, but yeah, what can I say, I'm proud. π Let's not even pretend, babe, π We are extremists at heart, and frankly, we will always be. Or we could tone it down a notch till we get the hang of it? That's extre...
