Red.

i wanna burn all of these papers so bad, as reading them reminds me that after all these years i still feel the same about myself. pure endless hatred.

i spent all night reading my old handwritten journal and it pains me that i can't put my feelings into words anymore. it hurts even more when i realize i used to write about how one day i would lose my passion for writing and that would be the day i'd be dead inside. i guess i've just grown up.

زندگی بزرگسالی سخته

ولکینم فردا تموم می‌شه غم اندوه ناراحتی غصه

i found a love letter that i wrote 5-6 years ago and it's so poetic that it should be put in a museum

پسری که عاشق کبوتر‌ها و خرگوش‌ها بود، خودش را به درختی دار زد‌. چرا؟ مادر گفت: بماند برای بعد. کاش تولد من هم می‌ماند برای بعد. به کجای دنیا بر می‌خورد؟ /سال بلوا

idk how i managed so far

I was surprised to find that most prison officers were unfit, overweight and appeared to have heavy smoking or drinking habits.

said the alcoholic necrophile serial killer who murdered 15 people.