It's cold in my lap dust clings to the barrel. The metallic taste reminded me of a unwashed fork. I'm so low right now and I couldn't do it I just couldn't pull the trigger my hands locked up and my fingers won't move I keeping yell pull it! pull it! but they won't I just want it to end but I can't even do suicide right
STSFK STSFK
22-25, M
Aug 16, 2014