Give me something stronger.

I just want to puke and crawl into a clean, comfy, hole and sleep into oblivion. But no, I must go on living life so sorrowfully not by choice. It's a loose, loose situation. I just can't seem to shake the feelings away. At the end of the day, it's all just open paper cuts and wounds.............. I sound so depressing, but it's all just due to the big lump in my throat. I don't want to stop complaining because it's how I feel. My. life. sucks. right. now. It's like everything, and anything is going wrong. When will it stop? When I get into my clean, comfy, hole and sleep into oblivion.