stop talking about death
fix the fucking problem
fix the fucking problem
fix the fucking problem
u forgot what life is worth, but dont you feel like its slowly coming back?
i can’t live like this.
feeling like i’m poisonous.
poison ivy. that’s who i wanted to be and it came true. i was the real me when i didn’t have to worry about the fake me. my whole fucking life right now is fake.
SO FUCKING FIX THE PROBLEM.
what when you want to kill yourself? life goes on. not for you, obviously. but you’re not part of life once you’re dead anyways. you’re gone. done. people don’t survive in memories. what the fuck is a soul. there are no such things as ghosts or spirits that fly around. people subscribe to the naivest notions, because we all have a need to explain things. particularly the inexplicable. me on the other hand, i give less fucks than you think i do when i say i give none. you can’t hurt me because i hate myself more than you could possibly ever hate me. my subconscious is defending itself but i see why you would think you’re better than me. because i’m mental in the head. because i change my mind whenever i want about whatever i want. my life is ups and downs, lefts and rights until i’m completely lost in my head. its not so hard to forget one’s self as you think.
i’d explain it to you, but i have no idea how i got here.
i’m not very good to the people i know
incidentally, the people i know aren’t very good to me
whether the chicken or the egg, life goes on
when something is about to happen… isn’t it already happening? things happen when the proper ingredients for said things impossibly culminate to form SOMETHING. but once the storm starts brewing, you’re already fucked. it’s coming.
if you knew what i was talking about, you wouldn’t be my friend. because i haven’t told my friends anything. no one has really proven to be a great friend of mine, with the exception of a left-handful. that’s not to say i expect people to prove themselves to me. i’m only good to the people who i really care about, and there are a few out there.
uhhhh basically life goes on…
“SHITFACE”
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TRIPS WITHIN THE TRIP.
NEXT TIME, I WANT TO CATCH A FUCKING FISH.
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