It’s pathetic to be a 24 year old lost-boy. It’s not quite as cute anymore. This is what painfully sober rock bottom looks like.
the-aspen-tree asked: I know you have the strength within you to not touch alcohol. Get on your knees and pray to St. Michael the Archangel for satan to leave you alone
Thank you. I won’t do it. I’ve tucked myself into my bed too tightly to walk to the kitchen. Also I’m all alone in my new house and I haven’t decided if the ghosts are friendly or hostile yet.
I can’t sleep but I’m exhausted.
My chest is so tight and my heart feels like its literally going to stop.
Jesus, please be my strength. I’m scared I’m going to lose it this time.
I just want one fucking drink. Then all this would fucking go away and I wouldn’t feel this anxiety and claustrophobia and physical pain.
Instead, I’m in a house all by myself making plans to go to arts markets in the morning so I don’t go mad thinking of how I can do nothing to help the little ones. I’m at war with my father.
I’m a 24 year old orphan. Battered bastard.
Anonymous asked: Dear Kelsey, have a wonderful weekend with lots of hot tea, yes? and maybe cook some cookies for your lovely followers.
So much tea, my dear. You have no idea! And perhaps tea witch cakes for everyone?
Someone lies bleeding..someone got violent and did not think twice..
Anonymous asked: Dear Kelsey, hang in there, please feel what is left of my humanity circling you and protecting you. Today is the day where we make a diference and even it costs me my life I will set you free! I want to see that smile again, I want to make the world a better place for you to live in. I may fall but I'll get up again and fight for you, everytime! Smile my brave girl, one day I'll return to you.
I don’t know who you are, but thank you for your kind and encouraging words. Like clapping to a dying Tinkerbell.
I am so blessed through all these trials. I am not alone. And that makes all the difference.