Fool on the Snowbound Hill

Well on the way, head in a cloud; the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.

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So fucking done with everyone and everything. I fucking hate myself, and I feel like I just want to die. Everything seems to be going so slowly, and I feel like I’m drowning in mud. Death draws nearer, yet feels so distant. 55 minutes ‘til midnight, and I just can’t sleep.

Like I said; I’m an asshole, and I don’t give a flying fuck about your fucking feelings.

If I un-followed the people that I didn’t really give a shit about, I would have seven followees. That means four of you would have to go; I wonder who they could be~?

Took my fucking happy pills, and I actually feel worse.

Why the fuck am I listening to a piano cover of Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse,” and why does it sound so fucking good!?

The world may never know.

In case you haven’t figured it out; I’m a big ball of rage and depression that doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings.