dreaming☆bunny

cloudy rainy boy today

i die in my head over and over again. i won't in the real world, id never actually do it... i think. its so odd how, once you start wondering what dying is like, you never really stop thinking about it. its always there in the back of my mind. i made orange chicken with fresh juice and let the sun in through the windows, but i couldn't help enjoy the sting from the oven rack when i felt it through the shitty supermarket oven mitts. im laying on the floor playing a game on a phone I can afford to pay for. under the blankets theres a darkness that wants to swallow me, and sometimes i want it to chew me up whole. i want to feel it grinding my bones to dust.

do u ever get scared that everything u know is fake?

i hope if i get m-rdered its at least interesting enough for Rotten Mango to cover tbh