(I would like to die)
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
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@bottleoflaughs
(I would like to die)
UGH
this is so fucked.
I’ve taken you for granted & I wish I could do better
My anxiety has been really bad lately
I feel like I’m having a heart attack
I, I, I, I
I hereby resign from my post as a human. I want my boys and I to be lizard people. I don’t want to live. I don’t live to die. My conscious is broken, I don’t know why. Never a good writer, Never a good fit. Things are never working out. I abstain. I quit. I was made to do nothing, But eat, and sleep, and hiss. I wonder what winter has brought to us. I wonder what I’ll miss.
You shouldn’t ask the person you hurt how they think the guilt of your own actions makes you feel in comparison to how you hurt them.
I really quit this time
I should stop waiting for you to move
Cut me open & eat me for breakfast
Double fuck.
I’m BROOOOKE
I’m broke. I haven’t been broke in a really long time. I don’t really care too much about it, it turns out. I’m scared of what’s on the outside of my house. Chance is a sometimes a lucky draw.
I want to suck your blood.
My mental illness turns me into a vampire. My tiny human is also a vampire. Bleh, bleh-bleh
Sometimes, I don’t write anymore.
Sometimes, I’m scared to admit what it’s like when I start sliding back down the hill into acute-moderate-severe psychosis. It seems unfair that my accomplishments are shadowed by my mistakes, my inability to cope for five minutes, or ten minutes, or twenty six years of mental abrasions, those of which are probably bad enough that I just shouldn’t be around anyone. I want to quit these days. I don’t want to be the one anymore. I just want a normal brain that does normal people things, and doesn’t slip into mania and depression at every turn. It doesn’t matter. I’m tired of explaining myself, but I just wish I had someone to talk to.
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A magical kaleidoscope
This is what I want it to look like when I die as I transcend into the after life of which I hope is heaven
Local triangle makes you trip absolute balls
If I had the chance again,
I’d set your house on fire.
“Until Tomorrow”