i am listening a very happy and fun song and i still feel stressed and frustrated i don’t feel good

me & #stay2005 both will turn 21 in few days, i want to go #henryletham

i am in a discomfort i can’t understand

i am thinking of going full tristan reveur on my 21st birthday

i am so done i am in train and seeing all these people and myself my condition i feel so hopeless it’s done for me

it scares the hell out of me seeing all these people in train so over my age in same sitting

“mom is the at man dying?” “mom is the at man dying?” “mom is the at man dying?” “mom is the at man dying?”

even if my mobile phone fell from my hand i can’t say anyone in my life who would comfort me rather they will guilt trip me

jack of ass master of none

dying is an art and like everything else, i am xceptionally bad at it

i can’t relate to any of those characters it’s like i am just a loser from the beginning, my tries were worthless and useless my acts were not notable my words were lost and meaningless

it does not get better, people assume you reach rock bottom and nothing hurts NO, shit still hurts it’s just you start celebrating even smaller goods

i hate october

turing 21 soon.

there’s a hard link between grief and october, that’s my birthday

my self harm method is staying alive

this tension, this worrying will get me one day