اگزیستانسیال

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

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

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

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

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

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

i'm jealous of the whole world atp.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.