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. 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.
