bling

over the past couple of weeks my thoughts have been getting darker and darker. it’s gotten to the point where i’m such a downer to be around. beccy at college is like “you’re well depressed louis, cheer up, i love life me”. life is just the countdown to death beccy. as soon as we’re born, we start dying. what is the point in life really? having fun? what’s the point. all fun comes to an end. if i had a gun i would’ve killed myself by now. but i don’t. so i sit here and whine.