Is there hope. can i make progress? have i ? yes. then why do i keep coming back to that thought. that one thought that im not here, that none of this isn’t real. that the persone who makes me happy is himself a fragment of my subconcious?
why do i genuinelly want to die? why do i desire ultimate silence. peace tranquility?
why do i think the death is the way.
isn’t death a sin? does that notion of sin still apply though i seldom believe in god? however i believe in something? nothing. anything.
i am the president of the hypocrites club. -Â twelve
im so lonely. but the feeling warms me. like buzzing bee’s in my heart.
numbing me, helping me. killing me.
when will i die?