فکر نکنم تا حالا کسی سر انتخاب واحد گریه کرده باشه که من کردم. چقدر بدبختم. ریدم تو این زندگی

Yeah someone loves me. But in another world.

someone loves you, someone loves you so much they would split the ocean in two for you. someone loves you so much they would fight through a million storms to get to you someone loves you so much that the way the sun reflects off your dark brown eyes reminds them of the oak on the tree in their childhood memories someone. sonewhere. loves. You.

Care less live more It always gets better in the end

واقعا وقتی نقاشی میکشم میفهمم راه رو اشتباه اومدم. شاید اگه همون کلاس هفتم استعدادم تو نقاشی رو جدی می گرفتم و به زورم که شده وارد هنرستان میشدم الان اوضاعم این نبود.

I don't even know why I read such a long message but yeah I love you too

were only here to have fun. or suffer. or both. my life runs on thrill. adrenaline. its the only thing I know. the only thing I know is myself. or maybe not. wake up from this dream. what is the outside world? how do I get there? maybe I'm a drunk man taking a nap. or a kid with a really bad fever. who knows. no one knows. no one knows anything. they make up stuff. don't trust them. only trust yourself. all they speak are lies. everything is a lie. your life is a lie. I see shadows and creatures. they speak to me. not in this language but I still understand them. they tell me this is not real. nothing is. maybe I should get some sleep. maybe have another nightmare where everyone leaves me. or maybe this is a nightmare. I can't get out of my head. all this guilt and overthinking really gets to me. no one understands. not even myself. its a mix on numbers and not knowing what to do next. I'm just a mirror reflecting people. I don't have a personality of my own. I change myself morphing into a different person. just to be liked and not grossed out. its not fair. how come other people don't have that sense of dread? its not fair. how come other people get to live their life? its not fair. why can't I be perfect? its not fair. why can't I be loved? its not fair. why can't I ask for help? its not fair. why am I myself. its not fair. nobody will notice. no one. they will all just move on. I was just something for them to hold on to. they will find someone else. they always do. its my time. I love you.

Let's all love Lain!

بابا من نمیخوام برم دانشگاه ترامپ حداقل دانشگاه منو بزن

کاش سرطان ریه بگیرم ۲

It's not fair.

It's such a strange world

gawd damn im overstimulated

Am i not wired enough? Am i not tethered in every facet to every port that will take my request? I doubt anything is worth hiding. No circle is complete; the gaps will leak.

Just let it happen.