I feel like Neil Perry.
I would've been really good at QML.
I wish I wasn't a fucking coward.

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@klepazia
I feel like Neil Perry.
I would've been really good at QML.
I wish I wasn't a fucking coward.
I wonder if random people look at my account like I look at random people's accounts lol.
Imagine decomposing
Yikes
Like the bloat stage I wouldn't want to be found like that
either fresh or skeletonized remains.
me: i need a treat
what i mean by a treat: i need substance abuse
This is NOT a fucking suicide note.
This doesn't apply to anybody else except for me. These are my fucking thoughts, ok? Mine only. I don't have anybody to talk to so I'm putting it out here.
Yeah I should've killed myself at 14 but here I am almost at 19. Things don't get better. They get actively worse. The older you get, the less it matters if you hurt yourself or are suicidal and at the same time you can't kill yourself out of guilt, and debts to people and mainly, the fear of it getting worse after death. I've got a plan now, though. I intend to follow through with it. I'm going to financially pay my parents back any fucking way I have to, as much as I can so I won't have any more debts from my side. I can go with a clear conscience. I did want to live, but I can't. I gave chances, and now I'm out of them. I hope I get to do things I like, atleast for some time. I really did want to live. But that's just not happening. I'm just a fucking corpse moving around, still conscious of my responsibilities and work. I wish things were different so badly but they're not. Yeah. I don't want help. I can't be helped and frankly I don't need it, because I intend on killing myself well after like 10 years, cause I need a job and money. I'll never be happy again but I can atleast distract myself with things I like to do, so yeah.
Damn long ass paragraph
Spamming tumblr fun as always
(Yeah I'm a fucking incel loser with 0 irl or online people to talk to what about it)
0h my fucking god I hate people that have to fucking dig their noses into my fucking life
Fym someone from the opposite building in my apartment is watching me smoke cigs? Kys. Fuck. I'm so fucking done if my parents find out. I can't fucking wait to start earning so I can atleast buy cigs with "my own" money. Jesus fucking christ. I hate people.
I'm literally all of them combined
need a cigarette and to be beat up
I'm going to punch you in the face until you bleed and kick your ribs until you beg for forgiveness.
Yeah that's burning wood embers. Works good as a lighter.
God I fucking hate everything and everyone
trying to fake an abrasion cut made me dry heave in pain