Theres a monster underneath my bed, and its the 6 inch rod of thallium I have sealed in a package and glass ampoule. It truly is the end. There is nothing I can do.
This is probably my favorite rendition(<link) of "He Was A Good Stalker". Its such a beautiful melody that takes you to great hights, but it ends in the with such a heavy, despairing note, like the melody is one final hurrah before the ultimate end. Where is my hurrah?
Reading your last book, watching your last movie, writing your last story, laughing at your last joke, crying for the last time, being mad for the last time, being hopeful for the last time.
Crazy feeling when you do something for the last time, think something for the last time, remember something for the last time, see something for the last time, eat something for the last time, see someone for the last time, feel something for the last time, say something for the last time.
The Ukraine war stresses me out so fucking much. I just can't stand it at all. Why can't the virus called "Russia" just fuck off... Centuries and centuries of this nonstop bullshit constantly.
Sorry, but I'm just extremely upset right now. It's poisoning my life.
Just one last thing before I stop talking about it. This has really pissed me off fiercely. God cults are annoying. Its like 4chan except somehow worse.
But people say its really pro suicide, and even from the vey tiny snippet Ive seen, they are completely right.