Tea for Me.

My mind is in a cloudy mess and I wonder where else my fucked up mind is headed. All the while, I am here to greet the month of November and beg for it to do me well. I don't hope for well, though. I can see the utter remorse of it's capabilities. But you know what? I just don't really give a fuck.
But I will be back in a few days or so with a decision and a plan.

I don't reckon it will be a smart one. You already knew that, though. I'm stupid, fucked up, and too hard to handle. And just like everybody else, I'm quite sick of myself, too.

All in all, though, I really feel like this is my last cry for help. And to be honest? I don't think I'll find what I'm looking for and I'm so scared for myself and how I'll react.

"I talk to God but the sky is empty."