I tried. I fucking tried. The knife was right there, pressed against the underbelly of my arm and breaking the skin. Ready to go down the road. Ready to end the pain. Ready to end.
But I couldn’t do it, man, I couldn’t do it. I wonder what kind of person that makes me.
I feel like this entire week punched me in the throat, and today broke my facial bones. I fucking hate my birthday.
Maybe it’s time to jump.
My collection of anchor bay VHS horror film clamshells, back from when I was really young and go get a new horror movie with my dad every Saturday. Plus, a few bootlegs from way back, and a gift from friends from Philadelphia! (Stagefright!). Thanks @everlastingfaint and @illustro_obscurum !!