Cheesecat7

I hate looking back at the past. It makes me realize just how little I cared about anything. I should’ve never cared in the first place. I hate guilt. 

The ability to stay alive means close to nothing if you do nothing to further expand and grow yourself. Which only the most pessimistic of pessimists would ever think.
          
          -Me, a sad pessimist

Welp. All the motivation is gone. 

I want death. I want gore. I want suffering. I want pain. I want mistakes. I want the cruelest fan fiction to ever exist. A life of pain misery and suffering. I want nobody important to survive. I want side characters to be brutally injured. And I want souls to be reaped. I just want to read suffering. Because for some reason all my thoughts and motivation disappear as quickly as my good moods. 

I wish my friends didn’t need sleep and didn’t have jobs that way we could all at least stay up till 2 am playing games...

 ... I like how you all perceive it as something nice while I actually can’t go outside unless I want to inhale smoke and ash while a fire has been raging on for two days.

https://youtu.be/6PkcuSbW1vU
          
          
          https://youtu.be/VeW37TNHs20

Casually blocks out reality with a bag of smarties and NightCore. 

Note to self. Don’t search Konosuba on wattpad. Nothing but X readers and trash. 

https://youtu.be/_KAgVPvTq_8