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Sleepy mind, loud eyes / 22yo. / They/Them/He/Him.

[sleepycya]

I’m bitter, make me sweet.

[sleepycya]

An emo and a loser, what can I say.

[sleepycya]

Hollow hope. Noisy nostalgia.

[sleepycya]

Seltsam und verkommen. Ja doch, fast niedlich.

[sleepycya]

I‘m an idiot bottom.

[sleepycya]

I don‘t even know who the fuck I am. Dissociating and hating.

[sleepycya]

Waiting for the day when I wake up and do not want to die the moment I open my eyes.

[sleepycya]

“Stop being a fucking emo, loser.” Why did that turn me on?

[sleepycya]

Heart’s racing, my heart palpitating, fever. Bad anxiety, intense depression, tired eyes, mind is loud and muted. Is this how it feels when life leaves your body?

[sleepycya]

Being sexual is annoying.

[sleepycya]

Please, let me breathe, this is despair. I’m breaking. No, you already have broken me, shamelessly. Whatever. 

[sleepycya]

Yeah, self-destructive. Dreaming of getting choked and beaten up; The only way to feel, perhaps?

Bitter masochism.

[sleepycya]

„Keeping you locked in my head, until we meet again. I‘ll never forget you, you visit me in my sleep, darling who knew.“ - Pink.

Stuck in nostalgic moments.

[sleepycya]

Does nature ever make you cry? - Out of... not sure how to call that emotion; Euphoria? 

[sleepycya]

She said I’m a romantic figure.

Loneliness, vulnerability; Attractive. Make me feel, because that is all I crave, and when I watch the fantastic play of nature itself - it makes me blush and want to crave more and more and even more.

[sleepycya]

My pefectionism - cause of insomia and the endless curse of never being satisfied.

[sleepycya]

ForeverMood.