Put a fork in me, im done. none of it will matter - work, health, study, money, travel, nice house...thats all bullshit. sick of thinking it will matter, because it wont. sick of thinking thats a life, because it isnt ill never overcome my achilles heel. i just want to drink > comatose > never wake up. i wish i could tell you, but i cant and i wont wanted to hug you, wanted to kiss you, just once, but i know i cant do that. cant talk anymore about any of it same dribble day after day not gonna bother anyone anymore.