اگزیستانسیال

idk might fuck around and then walk into a forest with thick fog and never return.

I may make it to another day, but I left a chunk of myself every day, and I fear for the day that there's no more me to leave behind.

every night, I lay in bed and realize how not okay and miserable I am.

3:47 now I run from all my truth away.

I wish I had belonged. it doesn't really matter to where, what, or who. I'm just so tired of being nothing of anything.

the feeling of not belonging to anywhere or anyone is hunting me down like a little baby deer in the wild forests.

my thoughts are way louder to prevent them with loud music, I literally need someone to scream in my ears.

1:39 under the sun's gaze, under the moon's phase, keeping us safe in the sun's grave.

I'm too high for human communication, I can't even understand wtf are they talking about.

being in public and having connection with society is the same as getting drunk or do drugs.

my head is too messy to get washed with bunch of shampoos, I need a gun to blow it up.

3:30 the cold, indifferent embrace of the grave and the silent promise, whispered in the wind that I will finally be free. finally gone.