My death is on you Let the thought haunt you So my ghost won't have to
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My death is on you Let the thought haunt you So my ghost won't have to
I looked outside and thought that it's a great day to sleep forever.
I've always wanted for the world to end soon. I realized I just have to end mine.
For a while I thought I'm done with this chronic despair. But then I think about human wants and expectations. It's not because I am unable to deliver, rather because of the way people project it, making it seem that it's everything about life.
I love you, despite your dark perspective in life. I love you, despite hurting me numerous times and received not a single apology. I love you, despite knowing you'll never love me too. I love you, and not the idea of you, of us, of me changing you. I love you for who you are, flawed and wicked. And I hate myself for this.
Lost in Times Square, New York.
Now I lay down to rest I pray and wish for the best That is to never wake And forget all the aches
I've been giving hints to my family about my plans and they seem to not pay attention at all, which is nice. 1. When asked what I want in life, I slit my neck with my finger. "That's not a good joke" was the only response I got. 2. When my mom asked me about religion, I said "I just want to be with God, literally." Then she kept talking about how it's a great choice without noticing that I've just followed it with, "That is, death." 3. When asked about my American dream, I answered, "To die with a bullet in my head." They still thought it's a joke cause of the whole guns thing in Murica. I care less, am more heartless, and have no hopes at all. My condition's not getting worse, it's getting better.
I have always yearned for this life to end.
It's been difficult to sleep at night again. It's coming back. Maybe it never left.
I don’t want to live a long life for I believe I’ve had it all figured out. Perhaps I am continuing to live as I am eternally indebted to my love ones. Nothing thrills me anymore, nothing to look forward to. Yearning for the day this all ends.
I find myself with knives everyday yet I don't stab myself with it. I consider it an achievement, maybe not for long.
Every time I sleep, I hope and pray to never wake up.
Best part of today's work.
For years, my birthday has been on a rainy day. Today I thought, could this be a metaphor for my current state? Now I'm uncertain, should I still wait for my sun to shine?
Lost in Disneyland, Hong Kong.
Lost in Universal Studios, Singapore.