As I stare at my blank ceiling, feeling nothing. For a love one just died, and I feel affected cause of it. No one knew it was coming.
But yet I knew something was wrong. There wasn't enough time for it to stop.
She claimed she loved me dearest.
So attached, I cry.
Lying here. Staring at a familiar ceiling.
The fans spin.But yet I want the world to vanish.
They. are no more. So now I just wish to perish.
Goodbye loved one.
There's nothing I can do about it. Except feel so fucking hopeless.
I blame myself.
It's all my fault.
I hate myself so fucking much.
I just want my suffering to end.
I want this fucking torment from this god to stop.
It's always one fucking thing after another.
Everything is nothing but pure fucking torture.
Life is fucking meaningless trash. I hope the fucking world burns
I hate to come off as an edgy 14 year old, but that's how I'm coming off aren't I?
Sadly as a 20 year old this makes me look absolutely fucking pathetic.
