I’ve never been so desperate or willing to go to rehab throughout my downfall that started about 2 years ago. And yet help just seems so impossible.
ican;t do it anymore. god forbid i try and look like..idk..nice?
thanks a lot for your rude remark. thanks a lot for making easier to take sleeping pills after I’ve been drinking alk night.
We aren’t even friends, whgat makes you think you have the right to make the rudest remark ever towards my outfit. Are you kidding me? Good fucking bye
The thought of rehab has really been making it’s way to the front of my mind lately. I’ve looked up places, and I’ve found one I might be comfortable going to.
and then I look at the payments and I remember I don’t fucking have health insurance and there’s just no hope ever.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Which is pretty much a really helpless feeling. I’m lost somewhere within myself and…that’s pretty scary