at first it was the voices in my head singing and now it's the birds. I'm losing track of time in my life.

sleeping can't help skipping the reality anymore, I need to put in a coma and never wake up again.

I don't need any back ups from life, I need to Alt+F4 and shut the fuck down this shit.

زیر گودی چشم‌هام میشه ماهی پرورش داد.

برای بعضیا سوال شد که از چه مداد چشمی برای سایه زیر چشم‌هام استفاده میکنم، عزیزم از بیدار موندن و گریه و اورثینک استفاده میکنم. ماندگاری ۱۰/۱۰.

in my loneliness, I vomit all the pain with blood. I am laughing with all the frustration and pain. oh this fucking pain, I'm laughing. / 1:56

I'm laughing
but it's not because of happiness.
It have never been because of happiness.
It's just that my brain is so fucked up
and nothing makes sense anymore.

1:13 / jesus can always reject his father, but he cannot escape his mother's blood. he'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers, but he'll never escape what he's made up of.

my religion is Ethel Cain songs.

"Death is not the end" THERE'S MORE?!
NAH UH IM OUT.

listening to music at 5 am hits differently. I mean it hits me so hard that my brain is on the wall right now.

imagine talking shit behind me and im just in my room, looking dead at the sunshine and wished to could be a vampire.

I don't like bee (alive).

I've been there for years.
I ran out of tears. / 1:59
there is the only end,
where I'm laying dead.