اگزیستانسیال

من بوسه‌ی خسوفی نمیخوام، به‌جاش یه دلیل بهم بده تا بتونم برای خسوف بعدی زنده بمونم.

امشب میرم بیرون و خسوف رو نگاه میکنم چون فععععک نکنم تا سال ۱۴۰۷ زنده بمونم تا دوباره ببینمش.

you were right mom. i should've slept before 3 am. i'm fucked now for sure.

when i was younger, i used to be so happy that i could be awake until 3 am. now it's 7 in the fucking morning and there's no desire or happiness to keep me awake, just sorrow and grief.

i used to stay up all night to feel something, but there's nothing in here anymore.

there's a love-hate relationship between me and sleeping.

1:49 i am the key that turns, the torch that burns, the light that guides the way. the scythe, the lamb, the reaching hand through the wrought iron gate🧛.

can't we all just casually die?

i don't see the point. all this effort to keep them going when you can easily give up on it.

people are out there living their lives, while i'm just killing time until there's no more time to kill.

i'm like if a 45 old divorced alcoholic dad runs out of cigarettes👿.

always remember that inside of me, there's a divorced dad with a heavy addiction to obsession over things that he quite can't have.

there's 728 versions of myself up inside my head and literally, there's not enough room for myself in here.

i don't need another personality mf i actually need all the new and old ones DIE immediately.

i swear to god if i have to go through another character development i'm gonna develop into a fucking corpse.