اگزیستانسیال

I simply hate days, sun, ppl during the day, breakfasts and lunches, myself, and everything during the day.

I hate to look outside and see the sun rising already when I still need 4 hours more of night and its darkness.

look out behind you for all the things that people need to prove, but you'll pass along through fate in the end of it.

re-examine this. shut your eyes again, seven years of unrest, does it end like this?

1:30 and still nothing has changed. the thrill offsets the outcome, allowing in all the pain of the universe.

can you wait, wait? it won't get better, had I let you know? there's nowhere to go, it won't get better. you keep pulling down.

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forward this message if you feel like shit recently and need to feel something.

it's wrong. it feels so wrong, to enjoy something that makes you grab a knife and stab it in the middle of your chest just to feel something.

it makes me feel sick to my stomach about the fact of enjoying this life when all I had experienced was suffering.

I haven't lived for so long that I don't know how I should feel when I claim a single chance of living.

3:09 you killed the child inside me and I got rid of him. he is nothing, I am nothing.

2:08 I just want to feel, nothing I try works. so I fall into another sleep, trying to feel something but it will never happen.