.

No

 I’m not dealing well.
I’m not ok.
I need help.
But I’m tired of saying it.
I’m tired of begging.  He keeps pulling the carpet out from under me.

I want a tattoo.  
I want to try drinking.  
I’ve never.

I am losing it.

I’m scared.   I’m so fucking scared.
No safety net.   No one there for me.
Nothing.  I’m scared as fuck.  
I’m barely alive right now.   And I’m tired.   

Everyone is so busy.   I want to die.

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