I want to die… slow.. plainless.. content. Because life has done the horrid torture.. erase myself silently from this world, alone.
Because watching time move frame by frame and not be able to alter it is unbearable, punishment for menial wrongdoings is torturing, the fight put up to no triumph – like whirling harder and harder only to find out…trapped..inside quicksand. The quicksand – a mind with harsh hypocritisism: dream big, who the hell do you think you are.. strive, you’ll break through, what an idiot: look around you, nobody likes you, you’re nothing…
It is too much to bear, i can no longer fight a dark abyss.. i have come to conclusion: dreams, these dreams are the way of the world saying: die now, procrastination will torture you.
Now in need of a gun, packs of pills and a dark room.
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do you still have a dream? which dreams are you giving up?
@apático Vejo que você ainda está pelo site. Enfim, só queria dizer um oi para você. Boa tarde!
Oi Tristeza. Boa tarde. Acho que 2Pennies precisa de companhia. Estou esperando pra ver se el@ responde.
Trust me, i know how you feel. Feeling completely worthless, not being able to fit in. I took some drugs and had an extremely bad trip. From then on i never came back from it. I forgot who i was, lost my personality, and never smile as much as i used to. Yet i’m trying to fight the good fight. I’ve been living alone for 5 years, with minimal social interaction. Living alone isn’t so bad once you learn to master it! It gets better!!