get a fucking life
I have a problem. And it's the fact that I have no problem. Well, I drink too much, but not a real problem. Like a condition, or a mental health issue or...something worth crying and ruining other people's nights out over.
Ajax was prety great to me last night. I was crying like a fucking spaz over absolutely nothing. I was making up shit to be sad over as I went. Making out like my life wasn't great and that I was a shit person and didn't deserve to live and I was going to go home and try to kill myself. I'm a fucking arsehole.
For what ever reason he didn't turn away, he stayed him me. He brought me home. He told me I was a good person. I came inside and passed out. I couldn't even return the favour when an hour later he needed me to do the same.