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nothing we do ever matters. i used to think life was a video game when i was younger, i remember talking with my friends about my delusions and how nothing felt real but now everything feels too real and i’m too self aware and it’s scary. i know everything. i think too much and i feel i know what’s going to happen every second and it’s scary. honestly i don’t think i was meant to be here, i feel like i lost myself and something took a hold of me and advantage of who i was. i am not who i was, i am not me and will never be no matter how hard i try. i don’t want to grow, be an adult. more responsibilities. grow old, tired and ugly. everyone’s fuckinf stupid and it’s all of our faults. i hate humans. i hate men i hate women i hate this fucking species we ourselves put ourselves through hell and complain why others aren’t doing anything. the ones who didn’t do anything complain and complain and nothing happens. it’s a cycle. fucking never ending, this world is turning to shit and there’s no good reason to stay alive anymore, we all die in the end. be born. learn. form relationships. puberty. love. heartbreak and fuckinf kill yourself some way or another slowly without knowing it. this world is torture and i know fucking everything. i was never meant to be here . i used to tthink i was some sort of god who knew secrets that i wasn’t supposed to know. but i don’t want to know everything ever again. i want to be a child again. even though i wasn’t happy and was getting abused almost til death i didn’t realize what was happening. i wasn’t aware and i just want to feel that again. i want to fall back into my delusional world where nothing else matters and death is just a years away concept that i don’t have to worry about. making friends easily. not being able to process the abuse that was happening, and now i have to while i have so many things to worry about. i’m tired of people telling me NOT to fucking kill myself because why would you wish for someone to suffer on this earth? this fuckinf world filled with violence, hate crime, i don’t even f know fucking evetything i have tried. tried tried tried tried tried its so tiring!!! “try more!” please shut the fuck up and just let me rest. i don’t want to be here. i would be in such a better place than being here and too conscious. bye
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