

My brain goes everywhere enough to even find beauty in the death and horrors of the world, maybe I am not a human after all. But what creature haunts my mind then?
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I’m going insane (next post for more)

I fucking hate Highschool

Dumb ass animatic I made with the notes app, idk if I should actually attempt to animate it but it’s something to post so you know I’m alive

It’s about to be 1 am and I’m falling asleep to Jumpstyle 😭🔫

My dad is still being shitty but here is my venting art ig

Red blood corses down my body as I try to live, pain is everywhere although I cannot see where I am. Thorns brush through my fles as I walk through the dark forest. I walk and walk for days. Each breath, each step is like fire. Nobody is here, the night is dark for I cannot see my worth for any longer as I am just a husk of flesh wasting away each and every day. The bugs pick off what is remaining of my life as I lay down on the grass and make the decision to rot away rather than live amongst the rest. Nobody will come to save me from my own demise for I was the one who did this to myself. The stars are bright but will never be brighter than the person I once knew. Goodbye dear world, I am no use to you anymore for my flesh will only hurt others. “From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am them and that is eternity”

Put me in an asylum room, leave me to rot and let me scream like a slaughtered lamb, until my voice cuts out, until I can’t even bring up one singular word, until my vocal cords are teared up, until I am coughing up blood, because clearly I am not ok. Help my lost soul. Who knew these wings could be so heavy? I can’t even fly. I’m drowning.

I feel like not existing, I want to die but I don’t want to leave the only person I have left behind. I hate it. This feeling is horrible and yet why can’t I die?

May the hellish monster provoking thoughts as such discusting beauty become apart of me and envelop to be the apitomy of my being when faced with the fear of death. May I be the death and shall I return to another form as if a snake sheds new skin, I will return

When will all the love be in real life?
