I’m going to vomit up my entire life now.
I’m sick of running to the bathroom every morning with the overwhelming feeling of nausea
And I’m sick of waking up in the morning and having to get up and start my day so that no one looks down on me
And I’m sick of people using me as an emotional punching bag to make themselves feel better
And I’m sick of missing my family
And I’m sick of being broke
And I’m sick of never having any cigarettes left even though I bought a packet two days ago
And I’m sick of being cold
And I’m sick of pretending that I care about things I don’t
I’m just sick of existing.