Give me a rope

The shittiest part of being single is having no one to share your deepest thoughts with. Your hopes, your fears. Your dreams, your feelings.

At the end of it all, you turn to synthetic substances to numb that nagging feeling deep in your chest. It helps, for a while at least.

I understand, too late.

Fucking Foo.

The one concert I was looking forward to! Words cannot express how disappointed, angry yet guilty I feel right now.

Ah, fuck this shit, hope you get well soon Dave but fuck this is bullshit.