bed rotting isn't working anymore, I need to be drowned in some acid.

we love each other. (we hope we'll die)

born to enjoy life, forced to be an mentally ill mf who can't decide to live or leave this life.

eternal night, in a silence of death, I feel my heart opening and I see myself inside. / 1:54

can’t tell if i need another hour of sleep or to get hit by a car.

I need to wash my head. (with a bullet in my forehead)

از بودن توی شرایط نامعلوم و بین زمین و آسمون بودن متنفرم لطفا یکی بیاد من رو بُکُشه تکلیفم معلوم شه.

ببخشید که با افکارِ خودکشیم ناراحتت کردم در اصل نباید صرفا افکار می‌بودن و الان باید من رو آویزون وسط حالِ خونه پیدا میکردی ولی خب.

در طول روز برای فرار از مشکلات و زندگی میخوابم و در طول شب با مشکلاتی که اصلا وجود خارجی ندارن و ساخته ذهن خودم هستن، دست و پنجه نرم میکنم.

1:01 / the silence speaks, feeding into your lies. what's the point of life? I'm dying.

"what do you want from your life?"

today, the sun and clouds make a very beautiful view for jumping through the window.

If you know you know.

how much aura did I lost when I didn't end my life last night and seeing sunrise again?

I want to enjoy a waltz dance with death and dancing with each other until we can't stand on our legs, so we sleep in a grave for a little break.

2:13 / so I keep taking my meds and I do what my doctor says. I hate myself more everyday, I guess I'll always be this way.