lv-nii
rotting
- Jul 7, 2024
- 86
I always come back here when I need to vent or read other people's thoughts so I don't feel alone.
It's horrible to see how people have expectations of you as a person when you consciously know the damage you could cause them with your death.
I hate crowds and leaving the house in general. I only go out when it's for work or because it's really necessary (food, etc.).
I love silence.
I love listening to music and discovering new artists.
The only people I can vent to are my friends.
I feel fear and shame about showing who I really am to people.
I hate being the center of attention.
I love hugging and showing affection to those who truly matter to me.
I hate my body and my hair.
I love Dark Souls and its saga.
I love screamo; it makes me feel identified with what I can never express.
Sometimes I get the thought of wanting to rip my skin and hair off aggressively.
I wish I could scream with all my strength until I lose my voice.
I hate the heat.
I hate not being able to confess to my friend that I love him for fear of losing his friendship.
I hate myself.
I hate continuing to exist.
I hate pretending that life is wonderful and that I have to appreciate it.
I hate continuing to believe that someday everything will be okay when inside I don't feel that way.
I hate that the apartment has no anchor points to hang myself right now.
I want to die.
I want to die.
I want to die.
I want to die.
SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE.
It's horrible to see how people have expectations of you as a person when you consciously know the damage you could cause them with your death.
I hate crowds and leaving the house in general. I only go out when it's for work or because it's really necessary (food, etc.).
I love silence.
I love listening to music and discovering new artists.
The only people I can vent to are my friends.
I feel fear and shame about showing who I really am to people.
I hate being the center of attention.
I love hugging and showing affection to those who truly matter to me.
I hate my body and my hair.
I love Dark Souls and its saga.
I love screamo; it makes me feel identified with what I can never express.
Sometimes I get the thought of wanting to rip my skin and hair off aggressively.
I wish I could scream with all my strength until I lose my voice.
I hate the heat.
I hate not being able to confess to my friend that I love him for fear of losing his friendship.
I hate myself.
I hate continuing to exist.
I hate pretending that life is wonderful and that I have to appreciate it.
I hate continuing to believe that someday everything will be okay when inside I don't feel that way.
I hate that the apartment has no anchor points to hang myself right now.
I want to die.
I want to die.
I want to die.
I want to die.
SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE.
