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.

"where do you see youself in-" bro I'm just tryna make it through the day.

please don't ask me where do I see myself in future, I don't want to spoil my grave location. I want peace after my death.

tired of seeing sunrise every morning.

you know how much you're fucked up when you're related to this mf:

1:15 / every night a tearful rosary, a victim of the curse of empathy, her reward of compassion is to suffer.

"why start something that you know at the end it's just gonna rip your heart out"
peter steele.