If a dead ancestor doesn’t appear in the sky to stop me, it can’t be that bad of a decision
I take comfort in knowing that every day is a step closer to me dying. This world sickens me. People sicken me. I hate this place. I hate this world. I hate these people. No one will ever care about me or my thoughts or life beliefs as much as I care about theirs. I’m so numb. I’m so sick of everything. I’m at my breaking point.
do you ever have those friends you just REALLY FUCKING appreciate. like god DAMN i really fucking apprecIATE YOU. thank you for fucking existing. thanks for fucking finding me worthy of you. i usually words like frick but you just make me go FUCK. FUck fuck thank you