Second fall

This morning, I just had no desire to wake up, what we really wanted was to stop breathing ... I felt the need to die.

My beloved disorders! I love my disorders.

I'm a fucking be disgusting. I'm a fucking bastard and grotesque.

when I saw my reflection in that mirror that pleasant sense disgust.

And throw up those memories ...

Cravings.

Fear.

Despair.

Frustration.

depression.

love.

great mix ♥