My Only Escape Is Sleeping.

always the idiot with the slowest heart and lowest worth, right? go ahead, yell at me more, father and mother. tell me how useless, lazy, selfish and horrible I am. how i do everything wrong, how i screw everything up. won't matter anyways, when you see my maggot ridden, bloated, decomposing corpse, right? atleast it'll be quiet for me. no longer will i stare foolishly at your faces when you yell, no longer will i object vocally to anything you say.

i will give you the peace you want, mother , and father

the 100 pills and blades I have are my only permanent comfort source

give me strength to do it

insane f**** c*** reference

every thing about a cold is tolerable EXCEPT FOR THE FUCKING SORE THROAT FUCKING FCK

this is my public apology to anyone who actually does sfx make up

“J’ai tué ma mère”

every single time im left heartbroken and disappointed like damn bitch why do I keep. making same mistakes every single time like it's literally like I'm pickin my flavor of mistake

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