My Guts Are Gross

Sometimes I wish there were no other people.

It would make ^everything _easier.
I wouldn't have to do anything at all. I could just be.

There would be no reasons.
No ^reason to _live. No _reasonto ^die. No reason to wash your hair or cut your nails.

No reason to stick things in yourself. No reason to be angry. No reason to be sad.
No reason to cry.

I'd do it all anyway. I would probably even tell

everyone I knew all about it.

Maybe I'll start dating these entries. Hmmm... That would mean that I would have to keep track of the date. As if I don't have enough to worry about.

Fuck. There I go again. One of these days I'm not coming back.

^{And I}mean it _{this time.}