i may not be guilty to them, but it’s still my fault in the end. i don’t wish to change, i don’t want help. i want to stay the same, until i kill myself.

3:33 the bleakness of the outside is all i seem to enjoy, the bulb has died. my black and white worldview, shuns you all away. i am only realistic and i’m clearly not okay.

i can’t face the truth that haunts my soul. this miserable life has taken its toll. my hope for my life is a fool, my pessimism has been fueled by coal.

i hate it when the sun comes up. i NEED the darkness of night for at least 4 more hours to complete my scenarios.

i wish the sun could've exploded already, can't stand the light and this human race at the same damn time anymore.

hearing the noise of the going cars increases, the song of birds beings and the light that comes in of my window makes me sick.

the whole world and the components of it makes me feel dizzy and sick.

with the way i choose to live, i guess i won't be able to live the next few years anymore. (saying it with full of joy)

mind sharing your earphones?

هر شب با فرض اینکه امشب میزنن، خودم رو گول میزنم و یک روز دیگه زنده می‌مونم.

اگر قرار نیست بزنی بگو تا برم از بینِ نامه‌های خودکشیم چندتا گلچین کنم برای روز مبادا.

کی فکرش رو میکرد جوونی‌مون رو صرف انتظار کشیدن برای خوردن یک موشک در سَر اونی که باید، و شاید در سَر خودمون کنیم.

این جمله‌ی "ایرانی بختتو" بنظرم چیز جالبی نیست چون دیگه تقریبا تمام دنیا بگا رفته، بخاطر همین بنظرم آدمیزاد شانستو.

راستش دیگه حتی دلم نمیخواد برگردم تو کمر بابام. میترسم برم اونجا ببینم اینا هم اونجان.

1:33 suicide!

save your speeches cause i've done my time. unborn fantasy that drills my mind. feel my energy, it pours from me. one light far away is all i see.