alien

Mothership
2018-12-02 01:44:53 (UTC)

I am the End Times

The morning coffee's not doing anything. Not looking forward to the day. My incessant wishing isn't doing anything. Maybe it's to start wishing for death again, but that would be coming a full circle.

Although the sun is a little too bright, I would love to go out and live in the outside world for a while. I definitely would if I had a choice. I'm scared of becoming more stupid, being constantly trapped in the house. I just want to experience a little bit of 'normal' life. I find no wrong in what I did but I understand that it's not the same for others. The perpetrator being my mom doesn't excuse her from my death wishes.
THIS is my fucking world. The physical limits of my own house, and the internet. It can only suffice for so much.

I'm not a pet. I'm a human being.

I don't understand. I just want to get out of here.

I agree with Stalin on this one. No man, no problem. I am 95% certain that the weight of the blood on my hands will be nothing compared to the weight that'll be lifted from my shoulders and everyone's as well.

But what do I do? Sit in my room and write pathetically.




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