mutilation doesn't help anymore, it never did anyway. what's the point in trying when the emptiness swallow me whole?

i hope you're happy, i hope you'll be better off without a new problem.

i hope your happy, i hope you'll be happier knowing that i won't bother you.

despite the fact that i don't want to see another day, i still yearn for a good ending where i had everything i wanted, went everywhere i wanted, seen everything, heard everything, and enjoyed everything that i still can't do.

it's so humiliating to yearn for something when deep down in your existence roots, you know you don't want it.

idk about you, but me? still don't know.

i have zero clue about why i still see the sunrise when i died during the night so many times that i lost the counting.

"All roads lead to Rome" well i didn't even enjoyed the ride AND the road anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

i'm in a point in my life that if someone offers me cocaine, i'll do it. in multiple lines. there's nothing to lose atp.

4:06 who's gonna save us? i don't wanna die now. i just can't escape, stuck in a dark room, who's gonna save us?

i'm sorry but it's the best for me to stay in my room and do not spread my disease with others. (i convince people to kill themselves)

idk how should i feel about this. i barely even know how can i feel.

تنها دلیلی که هر روز صبح به طلوع آفتاب نگاه میکنم اینه که شاید احتمالاتم اشتباه نبوده و واقعا تبدیل به خاکستر بشم‌. شاید هم نشم. بهرحال امتحان می‌کنیم و انسان جایزالخطاست، اما خون‌آشام‌ها؟ فکر نکنم.

واقعا دور از ادبه که من هر روز طلوع آفتاب رو میبینم و تبدیل به خاکستر نمیشم.