اگزیستانسیال

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

بعد از ۲ ماه رفتم پینترست. در اتمسفر هستم از میزان محتوا و high بودن.

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

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