ctbcat
Yes, the everlasting contrast.
- Jul 14, 2023
- 228
every time, for the past month, that i've experienced a hardship, it... rather than the wallowing that used to be there, i get inexplicably raged now. i'm so much more full of hate these days; scorn... i am full of love too. i am a kind person, or whatever. i'm mostly only saying that part to shut up the voice in my head that fears misinterpretation though , as if it matters.
anyway, i get so angry, and i just think... FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. I WAS MEANT TO BE DEAD TWO WEEKS AGO AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW... it's not like i wanted them to, but... if there were any time to be easy on me, it would be right around now. BUT NO! nag nag nag, pull me apart some more, see what my intestines look like, enjoy the way they spill onto your carpet.
haha, i just thought of a comparison of myself to those taxidermied deers... all blank eyed and shit. i feel like that. i feel like nothing but a dead trophy on someone's wall
i'm so fucking TIRED. my only solution to anything is to kill myself, and yet I DON'T... no, i stay another day, and another, and another... i get in these deep states of anger and sorrow and yet still i'm illusioned that there's some magical right day that i'll just know on. no. i have to bite. the fucking. bullet.
... hopefully i get the balls to do it this weekend. life has been putting me through the fucking RINGER and i can't take any of it much fucking longer. i can't even tell anyone that. i can't tell anyone anything that isn't coated in syrupy sugar. sunday will be a nice day, which will make me want to kill myself less, but i think i just need to end this fuckhole of a life on a high note, so best case scenario i really hope i go then.
anyway, i get so angry, and i just think... FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU. I WAS MEANT TO BE DEAD TWO WEEKS AGO AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW... it's not like i wanted them to, but... if there were any time to be easy on me, it would be right around now. BUT NO! nag nag nag, pull me apart some more, see what my intestines look like, enjoy the way they spill onto your carpet.
haha, i just thought of a comparison of myself to those taxidermied deers... all blank eyed and shit. i feel like that. i feel like nothing but a dead trophy on someone's wall
i'm so fucking TIRED. my only solution to anything is to kill myself, and yet I DON'T... no, i stay another day, and another, and another... i get in these deep states of anger and sorrow and yet still i'm illusioned that there's some magical right day that i'll just know on. no. i have to bite. the fucking. bullet.
... hopefully i get the balls to do it this weekend. life has been putting me through the fucking RINGER and i can't take any of it much fucking longer. i can't even tell anyone that. i can't tell anyone anything that isn't coated in syrupy sugar. sunday will be a nice day, which will make me want to kill myself less, but i think i just need to end this fuckhole of a life on a high note, so best case scenario i really hope i go then.