I don’t know anymore.
I didn’t bother what the doctors said about my mind.
I disagreed and I denied the evaluations. All that matters is what I know.
I bothered what people said about my mind.
They mocked. They joked. They sarcastically accept what you have.
But I don’t know where the line overlaps.
So, I sarcastically accept I’m a normal edgy emotional fuck.
I am a normal edgy emotional fuck.
I just want to die without labels but some sort of clarification would help.
Do all humans crave death? I guess in a certain part of our life, it does become a norm.
Do we have to have a labeled illness to kill ourselves? Is it just something to put on our tomb?
They don’t know me and I certainly have no idea who I am.
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youtu.be/Jk1dkG8IK10
I was a bit worried you might have already gone..
I’m not too sure who I am, but hi anony. I think we just know pieces, of ourselves and others.
labels don’t change who you are, just are a method in an effort to figure out what is there.
who bloody knows, though.
Heyo. Sorry to make you worried.
Awesome song! Kinda reminds me of Gorillaz hehe
Thank you again hehe