اگزیستانسیال

3:16 they tell me to feel, to break and bleed, but the well is dry. a barren promise, not different. it's never different.

I can't feel normal. I'm either obsessed to the death or full of hatred to the stages of killing.

idk, there's a love-hate relationship with me and everything.

I should've died before my age hit 2 numbers in a row.

I wanna be a child again and ask for an ice cream, so I could get crushed by a car accident and not make it here.

growing up is crazy because i didn’t ask for this.

3:11 16 Psyche, Coma tail quivering, knew all along. "I can't" she said. I'd save you, but I can't. she said I'd save you, but the world's bent.

1:57 "I can't", she said. I'd save you, but I can't love.

I need to feel something. I'm less than the number of my fingers steps away to completely go numb.

you're alive cuz someone chose it for you, so you can't speak of freedom when your whole existence was on purpose.

it's hard to feel belong to somewhere you hate, although you have lived there for years.

it's been so long from when I wasn't at home. even tho I'm literally there now, but I can't feel it like the way I did.