inbredrodentcretin

[inbredrodentcretin]

I love the fact that people can look at jerma and be like "yep i love this guy"

[inbredrodentcretin]

[inbredrodentcretin]

[inbredrodentcretin]

[inbredrodentcretin]

a breathing kind of dead

It terrifies me, how simply everything turns into a string of complications. My head rests even on the seemingly solid ground, I feel the dense fumes catch up to me, Inhaling all the poison that constitutes the air at this moment. But such equivocal nature of this current memory, it only conjures and pools into a stagnant body for a brief, crisp thread of time and then continues to never exist again. replacing all the air that fills my lungs with another of the same kind, a vile cycle that allows the vice inside my mind to live forth another dusk. its a shame, the way this mortal body of mine was carefully engineered to protect itself from hastily fading to be, when all the undead detritus that resides inside only wants to cease.  

[inbredrodentcretin]

bearable ending

He does mean something very important for me, im terribly apologetic for my impulsive insensitiveness towards him. But more so sorry for myself, for allowing me to let go of the wonderful story that was our relationship. But with the hands god crafted this seraphic universe, he chose to snip away the thread that was him and me. I would never wish what I did to happen to anyone, but from this perspective, I oddly relinquish my mindless prejudice against what I reluctantly call my own kind. I wish words could describe the bizarre looking concentrated ball of ailment that continues to grow inside my hollow chest, but they can’t. And im so very sorry for not adding up to what it is you so genuinely deserve. In a bittersweet manner, maybe that is the truth, fate led our paths into different directions for mine leads to a fiery, despair-ridden hellscape. and of course id never forgive myself for luring you to your demise when you were destined for far more than the stars. Maybe our diversion was simply protection from a dreadful, vile scenery. Im thankful for you, and more so for the memory of you that fails to remain polluted. Im grateful for this bittersweet ending, our bittersweet ending. 

[inbredrodentcretin]

[inbredrodentcretin]

pain.

every crumb of remote happiness intertwined with an uneasy satisfaction slowly creeps out my body. and in orderly sequence, a somber substance fills the empty chamber. with all gone, diffused into inconspicuous microscopic fragments, i turn into a foreign creature distorted beyond recognition.

a mirror is all there is to me, my identity is only tethered to what you see. memories fade in the blurry abyss of my vision, somehow all that i’ve learnt here grows to be forgotten.

and by unfortunate circumstance, the part of me that seeks a better tomorrow has changed far too quickly into a morbid melancholy that yearns to her eyes to close for a long eternity.