Have you just wanted to grab all of your belongings. Everything that makes you, “you” and just pile it all up. Clothes, jewelry, bills, credit cards, medication….
Just a few ounces of lighter fluid and a match…it all just go away and leave nothing, but ash and smoke.
Watching it all burn down, all the materialistic shit that you have accumulated in all these long years….wishing that you could go into the fire and be burned away.
I don’t want to live anymore.
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Yeah after I was raped I donated all of my old things to the youth ranch and even some clothes I had just gotten and loved because I was scared the offender had watched me when I was wearing them… I threw out my new (cute) underwear and all that because I was grossed out and ashamed that that had happened. I also donated all my old books and shower stuff and just a lot of my possessions.
Holy shit, so accurate!!! That’s perhaps why I don’t have any extra belongings. All I’ve is my skateboard and guitar, and some cloths. That’s what I keep for myself.
And burn all of my clowns? Oh no. I’m quite attached to them. They’re very cute and they make me smile. I might even have them buried with me if I can’t find new homes for them.