deathbunny is drunk. had two shots of absinthe. deathbunny is depressed, frustrated, running out of hope fuel and is suicidal.
i need to get away, yet i can’t. i’m stuck in this hellish reality. every day is torture for me. i hate it. i fucking hate this. i hate the everyday social interaction, i just want to be left alone, slowly decaying with a smile smeared on my face.
where did i go wrong? how did i come to this? i’m so sick of this. make it stop… please… i’m in pain. i’m bleeding all over the place but nobody sees the blood. it is not red. it is motor oil, for i am part machine, slowly dehumanizing.
fuck people.
fuck those petty sons of bitches.
fuck all the staring and the glances, may crows will poke your eyes out.
this is hell. and i’m burning every day.
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I used to like absinth, before I quit drinking…70% alcohol right?
mine is 60%, still pretty strong
Nice analogy. If we were machines we could be fixed and would have our own repair manual.
A new spark plug and we would be alive again.
I would be an emergency generator at a hospital, a dormant existence with the hope of being needed one day.
I know the feeling of being stuck it’s infuriating