akira uchis | 9 | cb

completely fucked my wrist last night getting out the window like a fucking asshole. when i got to the party they gave me a can of beer to hold on it and a shot of jameson and i kind of just forgot about it until now.

i dunno how i managed to get here, naked and between two strangers but i don't know if i mind it.

you know when you're fully aware that you wouldn't mind being dead but dying is effort so you just keep on breathing and living your life because i'm starting to get sick of that. dunno which part, i'll tell you when i know.

it's just really easy to fake sick for school when you're hungover as sin and your parents are probably imaginary. they aren't but they might as well be. we have dinner on thursdays because they work late every other day not because they have to but because I'm pretty sure they just hate me and love office sex.

karen is seven years older than me and my father married her two months after my mom died in March, she was his secretary. she stopped trying to talk to me like a mom when we fucked in one of the guest rooms during the wedding reception.

i guess i'm a bit of a mess.

i guess it's my fault my mom died. she died from stress and my dad likes to say it's because i'm a bad son but i'm pretty much fucking certain that it was because she caught dad cheating on her with karen but now i don't know. last year blurs together from anxiety meds and antidepressants which you aren't supposed to take with alcohol but i do anyway.

you're never too young to completely fall apart.