I feel like sitting in front of god and begging him to kill me. let me out of my misery and end this turmoil...

i feel like sitting in front of god and begging him to kill me. let me out of my misery and end this turmoil. all i want is for it to stop. i'm not strong enough to do it on my own. all i can do is beg and pray. i know he will ignore me once again but there's nothing else i can do.

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if one more thing goes wrong it over

can't even get any breaks from it. i just hope that things change on thursday. that's my only hope

haha red herring is so funny. i need everything to go perfect

You don't really want to die or you'd already be dead. You want the same as any of us. To really live for a change.

If you don't create meaning in your life you never will. Time keeps on slipping into the future.

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it's crazy, i have absolutely nothing, word has no meaning, time has no meaning, all i know is the now. and the now is always bad

i wonder at which point you just give up. realize the gold was made only of painted paper and cardboard, and finally throw it away

you wouldn't last a day in my shoes, i tell you that

of course they want it all. nobody is happy when others are happy.

i wonder how it would feel to think, breathe, exist. i really am made of straw. if one things for sure

they will receive a taste of their own, that's all that can be done. revert, contract, silence

be as smug as you like, it's foolish to believe that you can make me any more hopeless than i already was

i can't think of one person who deserves my tears. maybe one, but she's already been cried over, so she no longer exists

i don't have the heart to even complain anymore. all i can do is exist and leave it at that. it doesn't mean more than maturity

i think maturity has hit me and im feeling old. despite the inability to function without a guardian, i still feel old. maybe old like an old man who's so old he's a child. can't cook or work but has the knowledge of a life where he could

i don't like this vessel. i'm ready for a new one. but there are none left to switch into. god won't make me one.

i want someone to pay the price but yhe only one around is me. if i could what i want to myself that could be some release. but i don't even get that. no control over anything, not even my body.

maybe if i still had the energy and feeling. well it wouldn't be hard. but the base is too ugly. can't ruin what was created deformed

the lack of empathy can be confusing. the only reason you'd be mad is if you felt called out, as they say

i hope the next two days are fast, and things are lucky. ithe guilt of my inabilities are rising

because they hate you for being sad, they hate you for being happy, they hate you for being mad, they hate you for feeling violent

i wonder if all hatred feels as similar to a yearning as mine does