اگزیستانسیال

it can't be that bad, can it?

maybe it's too late to seek help, maybe it's time to let it consume you entirely.

but there's also this urge to stfu.

there's this urge to speak. to talk about how you feel, to seek help, shelter, anything to be saved before it's too late.

1:24 my body is burning, it starts to shout. desire is coming, it breaks out loud. lust is in cages, 'til storm breaks loose, just have to make it with someone i choose.

here i am, rock you like a hurricane!

i wish i was a sad cow in the foothills of switzerland.

being an adult in this economy and with this lack of mental health feels like a fever dream.

the street roads are telling me to jump off the next bridge i see.

the street roads are telling me to cross without looking out for cars passing.

you should never rely on me. even i myself would never trust that evil bitch.

you lead me under the trees, into the forests. and we bleed beneath the intrusive winds.