You can call me Crash.
This is an exercise in figuring it all out.
Where the fuck is that pink cloud? Where are the promises at? I’m sick to death of dealing with life’s bullshit with no way to forget it and pretend it isn’t there.
Tomorrow I’m moving back in with my parents because apparently going to treatment was a ‘vacation’ and all our financial problems are completely my fault. I’m getting zero support at home, I’m exhausted, and I’ll be lucky if I make $300 a month with the hours I’m getting. FUCK THIS I WANT A DRINK.