the urge to log off and die.

idk if I should take a nap or kill myself.

being alive is so expensive and I'm a cheap ass whore for living life.

each night drowns me in the depths of dark and cold ocean. each light that comes through my window, / 1:35
is the monotony in life.

each breath feels so useless. each thought is like a gunshot to my head. each heartbeat feels so dead.

honestly I'm too weak to handle another tomorrow anymore.

dear sun, please don't rise the fuck up. I can't take it anymore.

the reason i stay up late is because i don't want my free dark and quiet time to end and start a bullshit shiny and noisy day.

"how do you feel about yourself?"
did you ever feel when you take a very big shit in the toilet and see your life flashes in front of your eyes? well, I feel like that shit in the toilet personally.

each day that goes by brings me closer to ending this shit that called life.

دیگه کار از جلو جلو ذوق کردن و کنسل شدن گذشته، کافیه بهش فکر کنی تا کنسل شه.

Le temps de te retourner.
J'ai déjà disparu, Car en fait je n'existe pas vraiment / 0:24

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Vivre dans leur monde ne t'apportera rien.

i miss the old days back in 1995 back when i didn’t exist.