June 2012
Today, I fucking hate everyone.
Don’t ask me to do the fucking dishes if I’m so weak I can’t wash my hair
There is nothing in the house to eat, my mum is a lazy piece of shit who makes me walk in the rain to get my own strepsils and medicine which of course, runs out within a week
Those unhygienic little shits who passed their disgusting virus onto me, fuck you
I have so much work to do and I can’t...
Beware those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
– Charles Bukowski (via iwantyourleatherstuddedkiss)