11.15 AM
I really do not have a facking clue what is wrong with me lately ):
I can't stop crying.
I've smashed the flat up.. everything seems to be going wrong so i mayswell sort it goes wronger before anything else does.
I want my baby. Why did he die? ): I can't even talk to no fucker about it.
I'm off to the pub to get hammered. Maybe Shane's budds're out to talk to...
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