I woke up just before 12pm and heard what sounded like a gunshot. This is already a shitty fucking day and I hate my fucking life. Erik is trying to calm me down and I just can’t talk to him. I don’t want to. I just want to sleep all day and forget about the plans I made with my bf to go out.

I wonder how long will it be this way. Maybe when I get older it will be easier because I’m just another year closer to death assuming I die from old age.