Jun 29 3:41 A.M.

[Rankz]

I sit alone in the living room of my aunt's house. The thought of killing myself is somewhat tempting. Somewhat... who am I kidding, I just don't have the balls. I hear whispers but not the kind I usually hear, the ones in my head. Instead I hear real voices. The muffled voice of a man. I can't tell what room it's coming from but I know it's real. I rub my feet restlessly against the carpet. I ran out of drugs, meaning this will be the first night I will not passed out. I feel empty, but not because of the absence of substance. I feel a different kind of empty than usual. Solitude has become one hell of an ally. I put my feet up on the dark coffee table, conveniently placed across from the sofa where I sit. Now I wiggle my toes; as if I was anticipating something. Maybe I am. My relationship with the girl I supposedly love maybe rekindled. Isn't that a good thing? Shouldn't I be happy? It's what I want, right? And yet I feel slightly more fucked up than I usually do. I don't desire her; I feel I should. I just don't want to feel this way anymore.


Thanks for reading my fucked up writing.
~Rankz

[Smaerd]

it isnt fucke dup if thts how youfeel. i DIG IT but right now I shouldn't be REWSLSALLY ontyping to anytonwe let alone int piublice.


keep git up man forr real i know what your experiencing but mybe bbye three plus alchohol. stay alive brothert man it'sinfinite and bwaurtuful.
udi d3

[Rankz]

Even though you're most definitely drunk as fuck, that all made sense and came together in a really great way. Thanks for replying, regardless of whether or not you like it, it is most definitely nice to know that people read it.