That's me. Screw up. The guy who goes his whole life messing things up when all he ever wanted was to make them right. Unable to ever say the right thing. Unable to ever shut his trap when he should. The problem is how to ever make it right after you hit rock bottom. When words don't seem to matter anymore.
I'm not going to leave this fucked up. But I don't know how to fix it. That break down might come tonight, its been coming for a while.
I'm so tired of saying I'm sorry. It feels so meaningless now.
Fuck.
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