Eternal Agony

There is nothing normal about me.

kinda wanna cry. kinda wanna just stop breathing.

I will die in this room, in this bed where my body rots away as the years go by, confined, shut away, consumed by anxiety and despair, among the slow and insidious mold, tightening its grip, taking possession of everything I am. Without love, without dreams, without desire, without ever having received the slightest caress of love. I will die in the arms of my solitude, my only friend, my only love, and my only rest. I will die in this darkness, where no light can ever reach, where no life will ever be possible.

Don't be afraid to tell people what you really feel.

i want to kill myself

in another universe we are flagellating in the same monastery