EveryDayAmnesiac
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
So there was this guy. Threatening to blow his brains out. And everyone was terrified.
Well I've stopped caring if I live or die. I just don't fucking care anymore.
I was eating lunch with Sierra at the restaurant that fired me for because of my mental illness. Goody goo-balls for them.
There is this bridge that crosses the Tuckaseegee River and that's where he decided to make his last stand.
He didn't want to die. He wanted help. That much was obvious. As someone who has dealt with death, I could see it plain as day.
We spent about an hour talking, and I explained to him what would happen - the psyche ward, the jail, the courts, the judgements by people who don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
Death and Drama follow me.
And him, I'm not going to name him, was ready to do anything. If you really want to know, look it up.
So Sierra tells me that I should be someone to talk to.
I guess. So if you need someone to talk to, my name is Every Day Amnesiac. And I'm fucked the fuck up.
Well I've stopped caring if I live or die. I just don't fucking care anymore.
I was eating lunch with Sierra at the restaurant that fired me for because of my mental illness. Goody goo-balls for them.
There is this bridge that crosses the Tuckaseegee River and that's where he decided to make his last stand.
He didn't want to die. He wanted help. That much was obvious. As someone who has dealt with death, I could see it plain as day.
We spent about an hour talking, and I explained to him what would happen - the psyche ward, the jail, the courts, the judgements by people who don't know what the fuck they're talking about.
Death and Drama follow me.
And him, I'm not going to name him, was ready to do anything. If you really want to know, look it up.
So Sierra tells me that I should be someone to talk to.
I guess. So if you need someone to talk to, my name is Every Day Amnesiac. And I'm fucked the fuck up.