Why do we live just to die. You know sometimes, I ask myself "why am I even trying?". Why do we bother so much to live our lives and indulge ourselves in absolute satisfaction and pleasure when in the end, we'll forget all about it anyway. I just don't get why anything would ever matter in the end. People die everyday and we mourn them till the day they are forgotten, their bodies left to rot in their beds and their names fading into ashes, completely erased by history. Honestly.. it's quite funny because why am I even alive. I should've killed myself a long time ago so why do I even bother to live?
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Oh.. my heart is aching a bit too much right now.
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A Decade Of Torture
Random"These journal entries.. they're.. something else. Inhuman, abnormal, absurd, insanity.. and despairing." TW: May contain disturbing content including thoughts, torture, violence etc. Enjoy! (◕‿◕✿)
