As I’m applying hair dye tonight…

I think…”What’s the fucking point?”

There really isn’t one.

To make myself look better?

Yeah. I guess.

But for what?

I’ve had a hard couple of days.

I was off on Tuesday and it was a day long panic attack.

I tried to live though it without xanax or booze.

It was fucking horrible.

I caved at 8pm.

I really wish I knew when my mind went wrong.

"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop...the world may never know."