“Here’s mine.”

People died.

Remember when I made Good Omens edits?

It’s funny, I used to think at some point in my life I would find someone who loves me, now I know even if I do, they won’t stay, they will get tired, they will leave, and some how I think that’s gonna hurt even more.

It’s all so pointless don’t you think?

Should it be so hard to stop existing?

I wish I could find peace in sleeping, sometimes the dreams are even worse than the reality.

How desperately you wanna be helped knowing that no one can actually help.

Just really tired of my head feeling so heavy.

Hey (with the intention of lying in bed, solving math problems and talking about theories of physics together)

میدونید از وقتی بوردرلاین دایگنوس شدم راحت‌تر شده، هی خودمو بلیم نمیکنم که چرا اینجوریم. یعنی هنوزم طاقت‌فرساست ولی الان حداقل یه دلیلی پشتش هست.

Living in a state of permanent mental breakdowns, like this shit doesn’t comes and goes anymore, it’s always there, feeding of me.

I think it’s all lies, broken people can’t heal.