Lying alone in bed at night fucking terrifies me. I'm trying to be happy and stop being sad, but I wish I die when I sleep.
I wish I sleep.
I wish I die.

Sometimes I think of it, and I just thought how wicked it is that I used to have a cat for three and a half days. Such unreal thing to ever happened. Why would I ever want a cat? I never wanted any pet before. And like, how could it be so fast? Like someone is watching a movie and fast-forwards a part they don't like. What did they not like about ( Read more... )

I hate how life always seems to be the same. Like nothing's different and people just move on. But how can it be the same when it had been changed in the deepest and most basic ways?

I always knew it was a rational thought that I want to die before everyone else. Because the pain it takes to try to be normal and moving on is so deep and so permanent ( Read more... )