Life is a catastrophic hoax and it makes no sense.
Life should mean something and not make you wish for death.
If only the parasites infecting my life would give it a rest, maybe there would be a way out instead of filling up my days with their orchestrated petty mess.
So as I hope that one day I’ll be able to actually breathe, maybe one day the people who need will be able to see.
Life isn’t supposed to be a catastrophe.
But there is nothing good left so let me bleed.