A Farewell to Blades

slut era (overthinking, ruined sleep schedule, constant feeling of loneliness and existential emptiness)

stop insulting yourself. it doesn’t help.

But what if it’s true

ouch, shit, you right you right

I’m so tired. I’m so unbelievably tired. I just want to sleep forever, and rot away peacefully.

I don’t think I’d want a grave anymore, just burry me somewhere far away and nice. Hopefully the land can use my corpse and make a beautiful garden out of me. It’s the least I can do.

Burry me far where the stars shine the brightest.

I’m so tired. I’m so unbelievably tired. I just want to sleep forever, and rot away peacefully.

I don’t think I’d want a grave anymore, just burry me somewhere far away and nice. Hopefully the land can use my corpse and make a beautiful garden out of me. It’s the least I can do.