5:22am

I can't sleep, I'm tired.


I was trying to sleep, and couldn't and as I layed there with my eyes open staring into the darkness of my room, I started crying, I cry all the time, but these tears surprised even me.

I was laying there trying to come up with ideas of stuff to do, maybe try and have another kick back, go out to the bar when I have some money, plan new tattoo ideas, stuff that I would enjoy.

and before My mind could tell me that none of that stuff will ever bring me true happiness again, my tears did.

I'm a living breathing heartbroken mess.