I hate the way you're always right, even when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. / 0:19

my eyelashes are too heavy to carry tears that cuz of hatred.

if you ever find out how much hatred I have for my life, it would be at my funeral.

"I just need to make it trough the week"
shut the fuck up you fucking liar.

I'm sorry for existing in anyone's life or memory.

for my broken lungs
I pray, from my pain. / 1:13

daddy issues? nah, whole family issues.

ten whole years nihilistic, they say meaning comes from what you care about. I guess it's lost on me.

touching grass is not enough I need to die eventually.

If I actually spoke my mind, I'd been kept in solitary confinement of a mental hospital.

"تو خیلی میخوابی" ممنونم دارم تمرین میکنم تا بتونم به خواب ابدی برم و دیگه بیدار نشم.

درمورد مشکلاتم آهنگ گوش میکنم و توی ذهنم سناریو می‌سازم چون اصلا چه غلطی میتونم راجبش بکنم؟ پاشم درستش کنم؟ هاها، نه.

جدی معده‌ام فرقی با دفترچه یادداشت یا خاطرات نداره از بس حرف‌های نزده‌ام رو داخلش ریختم.

1:29 / oh please. through the earth, when I start, then back in the car, you were aware. I ask you to stop. I know how you are. alone, awake alone, alone. no stopping on fire alone.