One of God's unwanted children.

"Fuck damnation, fuck redemption"

[klepazia]

Don't walk away

In silence

[lmm-43]

You can’t skip the messy part. The messy part is where you grow.

[klepazia]

Hey man it's been like uhh 11 years and I'm 19 When is the growth gonna start?

[loontattoo]

being vulnerable and admitting I don't understand a reference

[keenbugg]

when u listened to a song when youre younger and can relate to it now based on experiences with people u were listening to it with well ok

[angelbloggerqueen]

[klepazia]

sometimes

a drink

feels like

FAMILY

[klepazia]

Crying while eating sucks

[klepazia]

Me with my beautiful girlfriend who loves me

[klepazia]

I feel like Neil Perry.

I would've been really good at QML.

I wish I wasn't a fucking coward.

[klepazia]

I wonder if random people look at my account like I look at random people's accounts lol.

[klepazia]

Imagine decomposing

Yikes

Like the bloat stage I wouldn't want to be found like that

either fresh or skeletonized remains.

[oxypill]

me: i need a treat

what i mean by a treat: i need substance abuse

[kosmogrl]

[vajracchedika]

[klepazia]

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

[bleedingandbroken]

[klepazia]

Spamming tumblr fun as always

(Yeah I'm a fucking incel loser with 0 irl or online people to talk to what about it)