Since my previous post has been removed… I guess they don’t want that argument here.
My doesn’t feel worth living but I just can’t erase myself.
Please, just tell me about your life, don’t try to fix mine. I’m done. I’m fucked.
Since my previous post has been removed… I guess they don’t want that argument here.
My doesn’t feel worth living but I just can’t erase myself.
Please, just tell me about your life, don’t try to fix mine. I’m done. I’m fucked.
Other people and art. I live to spend time with people and make things for them.
I once told myself i wish i could have my body split into energy to make people i love better off while i disappear.
Someone told me “thats imaginary if you are gone but real if you stick around and love those people”