اگزیستانسیال

sometimes, it's easier to hate than to talk.

it's easier to hate than to talk.

you can't understand and I don't have the energy to make you understand, so I prefer to stay silent because everything is already fucked up.

I'm tired of the "getting used to it", I need an actual end for the tortures I endure.

It's raining outside, and I can't tell if I need to go outside and walk in the rain or let my corpse get cleaned by the drops of it.

I used to stay up all night and have fun because of it, but you'll grow up faster than the timeline of those nights. and you'll suffer from it.

I could do something about it, but it's too late. even if it's not, I'd still don't do shit about it. it doesn't really matter anymore.

"guys" I say as I talk to myself and the other 486 personalities I have.

it's hard to explain yourself in a world full of actors who pretend they're mentally ill.

it's hard to explain yourself in a world full of actors who pretend their mentally ill.

you don't know, and maybe it's better to not knowing. I wish I didn't know too.

you don't know how it feels to feel like me because you wouldn't have a chance of breath in this stinky, rotten body.

you don't know how it feels to see the sunrise coming up to your window while you were praying to not seeing it for another day.