afraidi am scared of spiders. and lobsters(they’re spiders with claws. eek!) i am scared of silence. i am scared of being closed in, yet i’m also scared of being let totally free. i am afraid i will never make any money with the profession that i mat want for my future. i am afraid my mom will die before she sees me in my wedding dress. i am afraid that my dad will never see his grandchildren. i am afraid of never finding that one person who makes me happy. i am afraid of being irrationally loved. i am afraid that we’ll just sit and rot in the ground when we die. i am afraid there is no upside. i am afraid that the other-side is a shafraid
The SystemLife can be changed, But sometimes it can't. Life is fun, Life can be terrible. Life has a reason. That reason is still unknown. I am here, Thinking, "why were we even brought to life?"The System
Why am I here? What does this world have in store for me? If it even has anything in store Am I just supposed to be a run of the mill mom or worker, Dependent on the system that I despise? The system that ruins most lives, Breaks us down to our simplest form Into little carbon copies of others. We end up cowering at the system
We should be breaking it down.
breaking downis it possible to have a breakdown just from missing a place? a person? a lifestyle? would your body freeze? would heat feel like fire on your skin? would ice hurt more? would you want to cry? would you cry? and what would happen if you did? would you want to be in an enclosed space? where it's dark? would you call someone to help you out? would you not call? if you did call, would you cry to them? would you fall into a dark spiral of hate towards everyone who you were stuck in the place you don't want to be, making them as miserable as they make you? would you sit in a corner and feel sorry for yourself? would you find someone to blame? woulbreaking down
mind over matteralright it might be alrightmind over matter
it's not going to be alright it's never going to be alright...
i feel the self esteem
that took me years to conjure up flowing out of my head and into a puddle on the floor i become distant dark and maybe even
broken i have more time
to get enveloped in my books i'm going through them like water i have no life out of this building here i left my life and soul back home and i feel that will be the only place
that i will feel like me
ever again
i feel my mind morphing
small good mood
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society! ready your brain-mouth for my mindfuck!
credit to blackmago for my avi c:
get your facts straight
he cut off his ear because he slowly went insane
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society! ready your brain-mouth for my mindfuck!
credit to blackmago for my avi c:
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