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

1:27
Vivre dans leur monde ne t'apportera rien.

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

there’s nothing wrong with me i’m just my father’s child. that's all.

نمیدونم، باید درموردش به deftones گوش بدم تا ببینم بعدش چی میشه.

میشه درمورد برنامه‌ام برای آینده سوال نپرسید؟
دوست دارم وقتی خبر مرگم رو می‌شنوید سوپرایز بشید. دوست ندارم اسپویل‌تون کنم.

0:51 / reborn, left to sigh. recure, maybe I'll be born and simplify the way I lie before.