اگزیستانسیال

cause i can't seem to show you what you wanna see, i can never give you anything you need. i'm sick of wasting time on what can never be. i cannot control you into wanting me.

there's a line between being obsessed and being carefree about things and im not even in the line. actually idk where tf am i tbh.

unfortunately i can't be normal about anything.

ppl think, while i overthink and overdose and feel overwhelmed and feel like shit.

ppl thinking about marriage and having kids while i think about human extinction.

ppl thinking about how they would style in their 60s and i barely think of tomorrow.

in the eyes of despair i see my destiny. take me somewhere safe, where i won't be lying to myself.

متاسفانه اونقدر با غم عجین شدم که نمیتونم در فعالیت‌های روزمره‌ام دنبالش نگردم. انگار یک چیزی سر جاش نیست، انگار واقعی نیست.

هروقت از چیزی لذت میبرم احساس بدی بهم دست میده چون میدونم که لایقِ این حس نیستم. شاید قبلا بودم، ولی اون مال قبلا ها بوده، دیگه نیستم.

کاش همه‌ی آدم‌ها، در هر کجا که هستن، باهم متوقف شن.

the end, everything's always so clear in the end. nothing to amend, never need to pretend.