Mardrömmar

I do really hate being alive. Its not just a feeling, but a fact. Theres nothing for me to do,. The most interesting thing to do for me throughout a day is to watch walls and be quiet. I do not have interests or any creative abilities, and i especially do not want to just do something. Im not interested. I dont want to talk to anyone, i want silence. I do live my worst nightmare. Theres nothing i want to do, and i despise the thought of job, money or entertainment. Really, i havent seen the sun in months. Im not interested in that. I dont want anything. Theres nothing for me nothing i want. Nothing nothing just leave me alone. And i promise, when my family gets older and my life gets even more invisible i will die, and i will die quietly while no one knows. I dont want to be a musician, not a poet, not a writer, not a journalist, not an actor, i dont want to see the moon and i dont care much about space. God is dead. Fuck being someone, something. Who cares fuck jobs fuck sex fuck food fuck sleep fuck music fuck tv fuck my life. Lit the death on fire, i do not want to live anymore. I have become what oscar wilde was so afraid of; not being alive. Just fucking exist

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For hver time som går Hvert minutt Jeg hater å leve jeg hater å leve Verdi moral tro håp empati glede Kjærlighet Sannhet åpenhet fortrolighet ..

Every day has become a death wish Feels like theres nothing i can do I am empty at this point fuck me Everyone tries to reach me But theres is no hope my friend You cant hear me scream