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.

how can i keep on living when the reason of death is standig right infront of me in the mirror?

i need a reset. a new start in somewhere else, anywhere, just not this fuckass country.

i can see how my hopes and dreams vanishing in front of my eyes every day and i can't do anything about it.

i hope there's no another life or that kind of shit bc with the type of luck i have, i may re-live this nightmare again.

which fucking part of my life is going in the right direction that my sleep schedule should be the same?

"where's your sword?" in my heart as a new piercing. you like it?

i'm jealous of the whole world atp.

i mean i don't have anything and yet, the universe is even taking the nothing i have as well.

killing myself is overrated, i need a natural cause to take away my life from me.