I am in hell today. I am willing to relapse today. I realize no one cares and that’s cool. I don’t even care myself. I hate this limbo. And I’d just rather be dead than have to live out multiple years alone and in limbo. Frag life and all its movement toward improvement. I get it, I don’t fit in, what I want doesn’t exist and if it did I’ve already screwed myself out of getting it. I hate this endless trying to make things work when I know they won’t because stuff doesn’t work out…even when I try really really…well I’m sure you get the point.
If self harm is really so bad, then no one has to know but me so it doesn’t really matter than does it? And if I happen to hit a bloody artery then really all the power to me, it’s what I supposedly said I wanted so…bully. Look some people don’t find happiness, it just doesn’t work out so it’s really just easier to stop trying to reach some kind of elevated plateau that may or may not exist. This is a message for me, not for you. Like I mentioned, trash, not worth your bloody time. That’s all I’m sayin
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im trash too, its not wasting bloody time when were both just floating into nothing for nothing. Show me your way of death and suffering, we could release morenomari1@yahoo.com and fly somewhere better, fly down and up into deep entity of the great nothing that repulses every living and non-living thingin this damned world