حس معتاد نئشه‌ایی رو دارم که بعد از ۲ماه تَرک، بلاخره دوباره تونسته high بشه.

نمیدونم کی این اوضاع تموم میشه، اما لطفا زودتر تموم شه چون دارم تموم میشم.

maybe we meant to be like this, to feel this way and to try to survive. maybe we had never a chance to live our life the way we wanted.

even if either our lives were written like this or not, i would like to burn it down with my lighter.

it doesn't matter how much i try about it, there's always something in the way.

we're living our lives like prisoners in a big ass prison.

i need to run. idk from what or to where tho. in fact there's so many reasons to run away from them.

happy mother's day to dear mother nature. i can't wait to fucking die and sleep 6ft in your soil.

i'm so low that even all the drinks and drugs and joints of this planet won't make me high anymore.

i need something to feel. like the warmth of blood, the coldness of a corpse, or the smell of a rotten meat.

this چسی things won't make me feel shit. i need something as strong as the smell of death.

i'm literally at peace with it, i just need to slit some آخوند throats so i can keep it together.

اینکه دارم برای چیزی که حقِ انسانی‌ام هست پول میدم تا به نت وصل شم، کلمه‌ام رو جوری کیری میکنه که اصلا باورم نمیشه.

i hope you all burn and die and rot to the stage that even street dogs would just piss on you to know their territory.

can't even keep my head straight about this life, it's all corners fulfilled with shit.