sleeping hits different when you’re using it to avoid being alive.

I don't want girls/boys night or tea parties, I need to be put in a grave.

in my Charlie XCX (slut) era.

I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it pull it to the side and get all up in it, kiss it, ride it, can I fit it? Charli likes boys, but she knows I'd hit it. / 1:21

YOU WANNA GUESS THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

خط مشی سلامت روانم شبیه پلی‌لیست چنلمه. ۵ دقیقه آهنگ با مضمون اوردوز و مرگ گوش میکنی و آهنگ بعدی میخوای رنگ شُرتم رو حدس بزنی.

وقتی میفهمم قراره تا آخر عمرم با این مغز زندگی کنم واقعا عصبی و ناراحت میشم. چه وضعشه سلیطه.

you'll see me disappear
in a vibrant light. vanish
before you start any fight.
anyways I'm fine, / 2:59
because the night is mine.

i don’t need therapy, therapy needs me.

listening to DSBM music at 7am hit harder than you can expect. (my brain is on the wall)

moved on from waking up at 7am for school to staring at the mirror at 7am and trying to understand my existence.

I want to quit. I don't know wtf should I do with this shit (my life) anymore.

I wish I could go deaf at this point.

a life with pain and misery,
i have hatred for myself
and i hate this misery.

my daily routine is kill myself in my head & move on with my day.