turbomightbegone
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- Nov 13, 2023
- 183
god im fucked, my life is fucked holy fucking shit
im going to die. im going to die like this. stupid fucking decomposing piece of shit that has fused with the bed
laying in bed all day. lazy shit. lazy fucking piece of shit. bugs crawl into your eyes and they itch your scalp with their tiny pinchers. they suck out your nutrients like how you used to suck milk out of your mom's breast
your body is shutting down. you have no energy left, you don't even eat that much anymore and yet you're still fat and bloated. you always feel faint. disgusting
disgusting disgusting disgusting. couldn't even grab the rope and hang yourself. fucking coward. so fucking lazy you couldn't even get up to partial hang
greasy hair and bloated body. unwell dotted skin. all rotting as the days go by
the bed sinks under your useless weight, you're so big and useless you leave a dent in your mattress. stupid fucking thing, go hide under the blankets like you're the prey. go on
ageregressing and choking in your own saliva as you hug your stupid moth toy and try to rest for a few hours while your family screams at you in the background as the ketchup slowly erupts out of your swollen arm and gushes out like a tidal wave
disgusting, disgust everyone around you. nobody would want to be around you anyway. not when your fatass is stuck on your bed. not when you couldn't just get up and hang yourself already
letting the tablet burn your eyes as you try to scribble something that could make you feel like you weren't being crushed. listening helplessly as they bitch and whine about you in the other room, whining about how you couldn't make an animation in 2 hours
you smell like shit, decomposing and rotting as the bugs come along and lick your sweat and bones. they're going inside you and they will coat your insides with ketchup and mayonnaise
shutting down and dying in your bed, and having your body dragged and pinned to the wall as home decor by your worthless family. they'd whine about how they couldn't just feed off your art anymore and how they used to get money from the government because you're autistic
oh to be a corpse, unfound and not affecting anyone anymore, finally resting after a very long day
I don't think im too far from that anyways
im going to die. im going to die like this. stupid fucking decomposing piece of shit that has fused with the bed
laying in bed all day. lazy shit. lazy fucking piece of shit. bugs crawl into your eyes and they itch your scalp with their tiny pinchers. they suck out your nutrients like how you used to suck milk out of your mom's breast
your body is shutting down. you have no energy left, you don't even eat that much anymore and yet you're still fat and bloated. you always feel faint. disgusting
disgusting disgusting disgusting. couldn't even grab the rope and hang yourself. fucking coward. so fucking lazy you couldn't even get up to partial hang
greasy hair and bloated body. unwell dotted skin. all rotting as the days go by
the bed sinks under your useless weight, you're so big and useless you leave a dent in your mattress. stupid fucking thing, go hide under the blankets like you're the prey. go on
ageregressing and choking in your own saliva as you hug your stupid moth toy and try to rest for a few hours while your family screams at you in the background as the ketchup slowly erupts out of your swollen arm and gushes out like a tidal wave
disgusting, disgust everyone around you. nobody would want to be around you anyway. not when your fatass is stuck on your bed. not when you couldn't just get up and hang yourself already
letting the tablet burn your eyes as you try to scribble something that could make you feel like you weren't being crushed. listening helplessly as they bitch and whine about you in the other room, whining about how you couldn't make an animation in 2 hours
you smell like shit, decomposing and rotting as the bugs come along and lick your sweat and bones. they're going inside you and they will coat your insides with ketchup and mayonnaise
shutting down and dying in your bed, and having your body dragged and pinned to the wall as home decor by your worthless family. they'd whine about how they couldn't just feed off your art anymore and how they used to get money from the government because you're autistic
oh to be a corpse, unfound and not affecting anyone anymore, finally resting after a very long day
I don't think im too far from that anyways
