My fucking rope ripped. Everything was fine. I was hanging like I was supposed to, slowly losing consciousness and it ripped. It fucking ripped in half. What is this bullshit? Why can’t I be dead? I just want to leave this world behind.

Warum bin ich eigentlich so ein dummes Stück Müll und versaue mir alles mit den Leuten die ich gern habe?

I feel like nobody cares about me. Every time someone or something is more important. I guess I don’t deserve to be cared about.


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