I cannot justify a reason to breathe as I am made from nothing more than everyone else.
Why me, why must I have caught this bug that is so toxic and consuming.
I am nothing more than just a pile of bones that can move on their own self-accord
Uneducated and bleating like the rest to the marching sheep in society shepherded by the few intelligent who manipulate them into profit and statistics to cultivate capital gain from.
I want to badly to me independent yet I am so needy, in a sickening common sort of feminine way. People will never like you because you aren't chill, because not caring about anything has become the pinnacle of what it means to be "cool".
As loserish as I am I will continue to stagger stuck and bound by my own mind, because I cannot live for myself.
I wish I would just die because I am just a plague to everyone else and the whole world.
The call it depression, at least I want to **** myself less than what I used to
I give up
I wanna die
Please someone help me
I am not a sweet girl
I am evil and sad filled with demons and mold
I think I might die soon,
That would be better
Because then people could just get on with things