Teleftaía Anapnoí
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- Jul 6, 2023
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I am so fucking tired, I don't know how I'll be able to live next year. My money is running out. I just can't find a job and even now I don't even want any more jobs. Everyone is broken, corrupted. I just can't live in a world like this. We are all seeing the war coming, I don't want to experience any of that. That's it, I just can't do it anymore. I'll just have my last parties and I'm going to leave before my flame goes out.
My method of choice are SN, i have metoclopramide and also some antipsichothics if i need. Weed too. I plan to leave calmly, I want my body to be calm. This won't be sad, death cannot be sad. It is a constituent part of life.
I plan to do some rituals, I have no one to do them for me. Anyway, I'm finally actually planning. It's a reality so close to me. I hope that there is rest on the other side, and if by some chance there really is a God. I will curse him for creating this prison.
My method of choice are SN, i have metoclopramide and also some antipsichothics if i need. Weed too. I plan to leave calmly, I want my body to be calm. This won't be sad, death cannot be sad. It is a constituent part of life.
I plan to do some rituals, I have no one to do them for me. Anyway, I'm finally actually planning. It's a reality so close to me. I hope that there is rest on the other side, and if by some chance there really is a God. I will curse him for creating this prison.