I think I just found some guy that wants me to sell a firearm. It will probably be shit though since I don’t have any money. But a gun is a gun, right? I really feel like a mix between Reb and Vodka. One day I just want to die soooo fucking bad and cut my arms open and the other day I still want to die but I want to kill other people doing it. I wish I felt more like Eric though. Not caring about it and shit but I can’t. Being honest, it’s more 90 percent of the time that I feel like Dyl. Bro is me fr fr.