I can’t help but wonder these days why am I still alive, I have done nothing so far, nothing, am I simply not brave enough to end my own existence?
why am I still here, I don’t want to be here, I’m of no use whatsoever to this reality, why is it that I’m still here, am I just waiting for a breakdown? I haven’t cried in a while, and I used to do it a lot in my childhood, have I forgotten how to? I could evoke it pretty easily too, huh, weird shit yo
drew myself pondering about it on a skateboard with a turtle, I think those are cool, though I have neither at the moment, sorry for lying internet