اگزیستانسیال

my jealousy for dead people will never subside. it could've been me.

i yearn for the end. idgaf what would awaits me after that, i just want to make it to an actual end.

if there's anything important in life, it's probably death.

and i hate to get used to what i have, but i hate to have more of what i know i don't deserve as well.

it's not about being thankful because there's literally nothing to be thanked for.

the fact that we always want more when we don't even had as small as a drop of it, makes me feel sick.

it's not enough. it was never as the amount of things i wanted to.

i hate to admit that i'm trying my best to surviving when there's literally nothing to fight for.

there's no more brain to be eaten by the lack of sleep, it's eating my whole body.

looking at sunrise while smoking my morning cig and thinking about why i'm not turning into dust as well.

can't stand them, can't listen, it hurts my head. i hope one day i wake up and they all are dead.

2:16 can't hide my emotions, they seep out of every pore. the humans make the planet a fucking whore, the problem's that humans are still alive. it'd be nicer and calmer if they fucking died.

my contempt grows quietly, my human insides destroyed violently. there's nothing left in my soul that makes me human anymore.