d1eing_dreams

that everything is so fucking unbelievale.
i have nothing
no one
at all
im so fucking alone, and no one cares.
and its true, that no one cares.
i dont even have any parents
there gone
fucking left me
everyone fucking leaves me
or fucking gives up on me
the day that i fucking kill myself, will be the day that i finally gave up on myself.
i’m my only one.
WE NEVER GREW OUT OF THIS FEELING THAT WE WONT GIVE UP.
fuck you
dumb fucking fuck.
ugh
i’m not even mad at anyone about anything, i’m only mad at myself, but i havent fucking gave up yet.
not yet.
Im still fucking trying to sort out this fucking mess that i made.
only i didnt fucking make it.
i hate everything that reloves around me.
fucking everyone.
i have ZERO of everything
so fucking nothing.
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my only wish,
is to escape all this fucking pain.

free of fucking fakeness
free of faking a fucking smile.
free of stress
free of myself.

Just altogether, free.

i’m so high right now, i’m like passing out.
haha
but for real.

i’ve always wanted to murder, but never get introuble. if i take myself, its a win situation. but i wouldnt do that to people. because its fucked up.

i wanna go.
run.
far away.
and not stop till a see an interesting person, and like chill. idk.

if anyone could ever figure me out, i’d give them 6896876749879878679876345567658 dollars.
i bet you could never, ever do it.
i cant even do it.

“everyones got somewhere to go”

I could move to like milwaukee or somthing, and just not go to college, and do drugs all the time. and then not even worry about drugs.

FUCK DRUGS.
i fucking hate them.

but they fucking love me.

pfft.
i fucking hate them, so much.
they ruined my whole life.
because of them, i’m zero.
my brain is filled with fucking XTC holes.
ane holes from fucking huffing.
and slowness from smoking too muchh weed everyday.
and the fucking depression, of myself.

I have till june to figure out what im gonna do.
i have no money
i have no where to go.
i have no adults in my life.

I’LL HAVE NOTHINGAND I’M ONLY SEVENTEEN.

fuck youu.
fuck you.
fuck you
fuck you
fuck yo
fuck you
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fuck yoou
fuck you
fucking you fuck
fuck you fucking funk
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fuck you fucking fucker you
fuck you
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FUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOU.

TONIGHT IS MY LAST.

but oh how false i am.
i cant even say that and mean it
why?
i’m a fucking pussy.
every fucking day i see it in the mirror.

everythings so fucked up

I JUST WISH I COULD BE FREE.

It would be amazing, to find someone, that i really care for. and accepts me, for me. and not because of anything else. idk. I’m always so alone. I want someone to spend my days and nights with.
“say what your thinking right now.
tell me what you thought about when you were gone, and so alone.
the worst is over.
YOU CAN HAVE THE BEST OF ME
we got older
BUT WERE STILL YOUNG
we never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up”

i have nothing.
no one.

SAY WHAT YOUR THINGING RIGHT NOW.