sliding off the rails bad. please somebody attempt to act as if they're faking caring. they've ruined me, there is no way i can recover from this. there is no point from recovering from this. it is time to admit defeat. it is time to tell your son goodbye for the last time. it is time to take this up with god himself, face to face. 8/15/1986 - what's appearing to be 4/29/2021. rot in pieces, for i was an absolute failure. whoever's tasked with throwing me in the ground, make sure you fucking put that word for word on my headstone. p.s. all i wanted was my son and to be left alone.

2 years ago

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