IamJacksBrokenHeart
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have been dopamine fasting the last week or something
My head is clearer but the weight of my genetic curse is way more brutal if you have nothing to distract you from the truth anymore .
to be honest with myself , i have thought of leaving it all behind so often .
but i always return .
cause Real Life is brutal , it is boring and i have nobody to talk to except the fucking mirror .
My Life is so brutal , i seriously might end it soon .
not virtue signalling or begging for attention here , just venting and speaking what comes to my mind .
but i think most of you can relate .
Its like im so deep down in this pit of despair , i dont have the strength to climb back out .
And even if i get my shit together , ill still suffer from this genetic curse .
I think i missed the train , in fact i didnt even make it to the train station .
When i got there , it was already bombed to pieces and nothing left but rubble .
Nothing left but a pile of dirt , so i may lay down upon it , curl up and wait around to die .
There is no Hope , only a couple of clowns waiting for me , waving and smiling .
Welcoming me .
My head is clearer but the weight of my genetic curse is way more brutal if you have nothing to distract you from the truth anymore .
to be honest with myself , i have thought of leaving it all behind so often .
but i always return .
cause Real Life is brutal , it is boring and i have nobody to talk to except the fucking mirror .
My Life is so brutal , i seriously might end it soon .
not virtue signalling or begging for attention here , just venting and speaking what comes to my mind .
but i think most of you can relate .
Its like im so deep down in this pit of despair , i dont have the strength to climb back out .
And even if i get my shit together , ill still suffer from this genetic curse .
I think i missed the train , in fact i didnt even make it to the train station .
When i got there , it was already bombed to pieces and nothing left but rubble .
Nothing left but a pile of dirt , so i may lay down upon it , curl up and wait around to die .
There is no Hope , only a couple of clowns waiting for me , waving and smiling .
Welcoming me .