اگزیستانسیال

یک بار دیگه ببینم جار میزنید که "این تابستون رو میترکونم" خودم یه موشک میفرستم تو اتاق‌تون.

از summertime sadness فقط nessبگا به ما رسیده.

این دیگه سامرتایم sadness نیست، حتی دیگه madness هم نیست، deadnessعه‌.

تلاش آدم‌ها برای زنده موندن واقعا حال بهم‌زن و مزخرفه، میلیون‌ها خرج میکنن و کیلومترها راه رو طی میکنن تا صرفا چند روز بیشتر نفس بکشن درحالی که نفس نکشیدن و مُردن کاملا رایگانه.

and it's frustrating to see your almosts and lives that you could have, are being almosts or lives of others that didn't even do shit to deserve them.

sometimes I feel like I'm grieving all the lives I almost got to live but I didn't get to.

I'm always grieving for the almosts that I could have, but I never did.

I almost got everything I wanted, I got to taste it on my tongue it's sweetness but I wasn't allowed to have it.

I was always near to things and so far away as well that I could only see a dot in my sight.

I don't fit in. I never did, never wanted to, I'm my own person that the person doesn't even know who is this.

3:30 tree let down your shriveled hands. grab me tightly for a dance. I don't love this anymore, there is nothing where my heart should be.

1:39 well it's the way you think, you breathe and you talk. when you cut yourself to pieces and bark, I stuck around and tried to hold your head, but you kept me wishing I was dead.

I stay awake all night for the plot. (the plot in question is thinking to the final stages of insanity)

I'll never sleep peacefully until my bed turns to be my coffin.