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ngl but being alive fucks harder than ever.

I'm in a threesome with death and being alive.

به‌هرحال، مقصد خاک است.

نمیدونم، موضوعات و موقعیت‌های مختلفی توی شریان‌های مغزم در جریانه و نمیتونم تصمیم بگیرم که درمورد‌شون بخوابم و ساعت ۵ عصر بیدار شم تا اولین وعده غذایی‌ام رو بخورم یا کلا بیخیال بیدار شدن بشم.

it doesn't make sense to hate on me, go on hating on someone narcissistic hoe out there not me who is helping you to hating on me as well.

imagine hating on me and I'm just a failure in my room on the final stages of bed rotting.

what doesn't kill you makes you wanna die every single fucking day of your miserable life with the most gut-wrenching feeling of being a failure to the whole creation of existence.

what doesn't kill you makes you joke about suicide a lil too much.

2:13 the air has never felt so sweet to my nose. with a light head and a frail body, I gasp for all the air I can. death now marks me and I'll meet him soon.

1:25 desperation and terror were the only two things I felt. visions flashed before my eyes, faces of hatred and love, lights that blinded me as I ripped at my face.

"it's not that deep" but it makes me feel like I'm mentally 6ft underground cause of it.

like okay I saw you're mentally ill now pls make some space for ppl who actually suffer from it.

y'all acting to be a loser when you actually have a life and friends, makes me feel sick to my stomach.

بله عزیزم، وقتی بزرگ بشی میبینی که برات ریدن. یه جوری هم ریدن که با ۲۸بار سیفون کشیدن هم پایین نمیره. تازه آب هم قطعه.

وقتی کوچیک‌تر بودم با خودم میگفتم وقتی بزرگتر بشم این کار رو میکنم، اونجا میرم، اون نوشیدنی رو امتحان میکنم، اون غذا خاصه رو میخورم یا فلان چیز رو یاد میگیرم؛ اما تنها کاری که الان دارم میکنم اینه که یک روز دیگه زنده بمونم و خودم رو نکُشم.