emptymiku
bokura wa inochi ni kirawarete iru
- Mar 27, 2023
- 203
i have nothing.
i fell out of love with someone. being near them used to make me feel happy, but for some reason, i now feel nothing.
my friends make me happy. but i bet they'll be leaving me behind soon.
the future is bleak. i hate thinking about it.
i'll never get recognition for my art. i'll never find anyone to love. i'll never save anyone that needs to be saved. i'll never be truly happy.
i've always been either passively suicidal or painfully terrified of death, but... i really don't want to live much longer. i don't even want to make it past college. even that feels like a stretch.
i hate humanity. i hate everything that's wrong with this world. i hate seeing people sad. i hate myself. i hate my emotions i hate my uselessness i hate my job i hate obligations i hate being alive i hate seeing myself in the mirror i hate breathing
just existing makes me want to cry sometimes. why was i put here? why can i feel, and think, and talk? i can't figure out if i'm not real, or if nobody around me really exists.
i want to die so badly that i can't breathe
i fell out of love with someone. being near them used to make me feel happy, but for some reason, i now feel nothing.
my friends make me happy. but i bet they'll be leaving me behind soon.
the future is bleak. i hate thinking about it.
i'll never get recognition for my art. i'll never find anyone to love. i'll never save anyone that needs to be saved. i'll never be truly happy.
i've always been either passively suicidal or painfully terrified of death, but... i really don't want to live much longer. i don't even want to make it past college. even that feels like a stretch.
i hate humanity. i hate everything that's wrong with this world. i hate seeing people sad. i hate myself. i hate my emotions i hate my uselessness i hate my job i hate obligations i hate being alive i hate seeing myself in the mirror i hate breathing
just existing makes me want to cry sometimes. why was i put here? why can i feel, and think, and talk? i can't figure out if i'm not real, or if nobody around me really exists.
i want to die so badly that i can't breathe