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btw if you wondered i'm being an early riser recently, i'm not. i just can't fucking sleep anymore.

sometimes i enjoy wtf ever is wrong with me and other times i wonder if i'll swing by my neck from my ceiling to the left or right.

i'm in a love triangle of hating myself, loving myself, or either killing myself.

oh you don't like what i am? what a pleasure to be in a same team bc i don't fuck with myself either.

i am what i am. take it or RUN.

i don't like to represent myself as what i am, or what i was either. the person i thought i would be is gone and my past self? don't even start.

it's like looking at yourself in a bold metal structure that reflects some unfinished shit that we call a body.

i'm doing my best to look in the mirror and don't feel the disgust and discomfort that i felt as a child, but it's not helping.

too much but never enough, tear it up and watch it fall.

i had everything within my reach. i had money and stuff, each and every call.

it's not even that delicious girl.

دلیل اینکه شب‌ها نمیخوابم اینه که مغزم سریع‌تر خودخوری‌اش رو تموم کنه چون دیگه نمیتونم.

like can you chill for to minuets? we both are in a same team for fucks sake, let me breathe at least.

it's hard to have a brain that doesn't braining the way it should and instead, does everything it can to piss you off.

what doesn’t kill you makes you sleep 13 hours during day time and stay awake the whole night and the following morning to torture your brain.