my plan for this summer is to get completely rotten in my bed.

l'm at the threshold of losing my shit. what have I been told, i forgot about it. I'm getting too old to deal with this shit, I think I might fold under the pressure of this.

I wanna get a forehead kiss from a gun.

"the sexual tension between me and death."

1 min and 30 sec of how does my brain sound: (I'm rave)

برنامه‌ام برای این تابستون، ندیدن تابستون سالِ بعده.

یه سوال. چرا نمیری خودتو از پنجره پرت کنی پایین؟
(تکه‌ای از مکالمه روزانه من و مغزم)

its unfair. you're still alive while i was dead in and outside.

I always need a glass of water next to my bed for when I'm thirsty, and a gun for when voices in my head won't shut up.

+ I get straight and healthy hair from my mother, what about you?
- I get BPD and OCD.

1:41 / I'm down again,
that's just part of my bad luck.