Life is shit. People are full of shit. Ik ik, you must be wondering what the fuck happened to this girl to make her this bitter😂.
She’d writhe in bed, well, not in pain but in orgasmic bliss, while holding on to the quilts and moaning like her soul had been set on fire. A harmless kind of fire. A fire that burns without actually burning you. A silent fire.
If it is love, I will feel it from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. And if it is anxiety, I will hold me hostage to its false preachings of my unworthiness.
I know you are awaiting that period too when you leave the house for bread in the morning, only to return three days later, with no bread, (probably no money as well) but with a host of memories
“I wish I could paint my heart black, because my life is dull and has no meaning. I wish I could have the strength to puncture my heart and deflate the life out of it. I wish I could view the sunset from the cemetery, and lay a wreath of flowers with black-coloured petals on my grave.”
m always alone, but I’m never lonely. Suicidal thoughts keep me company and death always shadows me. And so I stand here at the station alone, waiting for my train to hell.
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