Son of a bitch.
Suicidal thoughts run trough me ... I want to die.
I am now sober. So I just eat my porridge and hope that thing would sometimes be better. I am very afraid to go out, because I fear that somebody recognises me and points a finger - there goes that idiot
Suicidal thoughts run trough me ... I want to die.
I am now sober. So I just eat my porridge and hope that thing would sometimes be better. I am very afraid to go out, because I fear that somebody recognises me and points a finger - there goes that idiot
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