January 24th, 2017by DeathDreamer
My glasshouse cracks in two
sorrow devastation, I died for you”
Nearing the end. I am not afraid of death, I am more afraid of life. Everything is pointless. I’ve tried living the life that other people have, going to work, going out on the weekends with friends, and it didn’t bring me happiness. Probably because they weren’t my real friends, they all screwed me over somehow.
I think about death all the time, and what it would be like to stop existing forever, or to go into the spirit world. The only reason I’m still here is because I don’t have a good way out, yet. …