Ardesevent
It’s the end of the line, cowboy
- Feb 2, 2020
- 358
I want to be a stain on someone's pavement, a pile of bones or just a lifeless husk. Living until when I'm supposed to die would be unimaginably painful.
I'm getting somehow even more bored of being alive. And if it's not that, I'm so stressed to the point of wanting to claw my own throat out.
Time is passing a lot more quickly now. I get up, I blink, I sit at my computer for a few hours, I play a game, I sleep. I get up, I was my face, I get schoolwork done, and stare at the wall for a bit because I can't fall asleep. I wake up, and I realize my birthday is almost here and I've accomplished nothing in a year.
It's all blending together.
I'm getting somehow even more bored of being alive. And if it's not that, I'm so stressed to the point of wanting to claw my own throat out.
Time is passing a lot more quickly now. I get up, I blink, I sit at my computer for a few hours, I play a game, I sleep. I get up, I was my face, I get schoolwork done, and stare at the wall for a bit because I can't fall asleep. I wake up, and I realize my birthday is almost here and I've accomplished nothing in a year.
It's all blending together.
