November 2011
3 posts
stop
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...
when you want to kill yourself
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. ...
again
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