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.

fuck this fuckass country and its fucked in the head people. i can't fucking stand anyone or anything anymore.

i don't even want you to release me from here, just slit my throat atp.

there are so many excuses to be executed for in this shit that we call life.

we don't even live. we're just here, exist in the most wrong place and wrong time of history.