life is so strange that sometimes I don't recognize it, like who tf are you bitch?

یکم که فکر میکنی، میبینی نباید اصلا فکر میکردی. اما دیگه دیر شده، داری به گوه خوردن میوفتی.

از پاییز بخاطر شروع شب از ساعت ۶ بعدازظهر ممنونم چون نمیتونستم اطمینان بدم اگر برای ۱ هفته دیگه تا ساعت ۷ میخوابیدم و بازم افتاب مادرج تو آسمون بود، مرتکب قتل نمی‌شدم.

in reality, there's nothing to compare how much i hate the race of human beings. / 2:07

may refuse healing and aiming my shotgun to my mouth.

sleeping hits differently when you're trying to avoid being alive.

تنها سنگرم برای نکُشتنِ خودم خوابیدنه.

misery will follow me.
empty room, empathy.
blame on me. what you will see, a bittersweet symphony.

"what's your hobbies" I create fake scenarios in my head and talk to myself every night as an escape from the reality.

yes I'm useless but don't you dare think that you stand a chance against me in hating yourself and wanting to die.

I'm getting overwhelmed and my phone getting overheated at the same time. who's the dramatic queen? stay tuned.

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