Guttertrash
New Member
- Jul 12, 2026
- 3
To preface; I am sorry for anyone inconvenienced to reading these ramblings.
I'm so tired,
I have never the strength to live or the strength to die. I want to fly as close to the sun as possible, but I can never be like the stars I look up to. I would do anything for you and the world I could, but I cannot do anything in this life of mine. I am a horrid, shitty excuse for a woman.
I have never had friends, and I am destitute of family. I was never meant to be born foremost. I am, sincerely, nothing more than repugnant. I have nothing to offer to this world, not a body, not in art nor eloquence. My endearment has only become incorrigible over time; I can no longer communicate as a regular human. I have rotted over---become bitter and abrasive. I have become deathly afraid of people, it's so painful.
Medication has given no relief. It has only stilted me---not that I have the coin to accommodate it. My ups and downs only drag me back in passing. Therapy has provided me no further clarity alike.
The ugliest angels were never good for the world; I deserve to die. Nothing can abjure me of my frailty.
please wish me happy birthday
I'm so tired,
I have never the strength to live or the strength to die. I want to fly as close to the sun as possible, but I can never be like the stars I look up to. I would do anything for you and the world I could, but I cannot do anything in this life of mine. I am a horrid, shitty excuse for a woman.
I have never had friends, and I am destitute of family. I was never meant to be born foremost. I am, sincerely, nothing more than repugnant. I have nothing to offer to this world, not a body, not in art nor eloquence. My endearment has only become incorrigible over time; I can no longer communicate as a regular human. I have rotted over---become bitter and abrasive. I have become deathly afraid of people, it's so painful.
Medication has given no relief. It has only stilted me---not that I have the coin to accommodate it. My ups and downs only drag me back in passing. Therapy has provided me no further clarity alike.
The ugliest angels were never good for the world; I deserve to die. Nothing can abjure me of my frailty.
please wish me happy birthday