i have bottomed out and my future doesn t fit into my schedule all booked up on depression and self loathing buried deep in sleep from passing out no time to plan ahead someone please tell me why do i think this way someone please tell me that this isn t the end of everything a chemical imbalance no the smell of my own vomit lost in my last tears no more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way i fucked myself when it s finally here it s never enough and when it s finally gone it s never coming back somehow i fooled myself into believing that this would work out that i wouldn t end up hurt