1:31 / en blottad strupe dansar med misären, en skepnad mer äcklad för var dag. en blottad strupe ett med misären, en framtid så skinande svart.

physically a teenage guy
mentally a divorced dad.

being stabbed would be easier than this.

I love autumn. It makes me wanna kill myself without guilty conscience.

sayıklıyor tanrılar, karıştı hıçkırıklar. gömülüyor neşe, derin sessizliğe. / 1:51

It's a nice weather to disappear into the woods and never come back again.

being stabbed 28 times would be better than being obsessed with someone or something that never exists.

the autumn weather is weathering.
(I'm almost this 🤏🏼 close to kill myself)

bro I need a fucking break from everything.

"I wished I was just like you"
being me is like live as a curse. eating yourself from the inside and leaving your bones with cover of thin skin on it on your bed. is this what you really want?

mama was wrong. it wasn't a phase, I'm just totally fucked up.

4:46 / the elder among the men looked deep into the fire and spoke loud with pride: tomorrow is a fine day to die.