Reminiscent sky
@feelingthecold.bsky.social
Going through quite a bit with no outlet, thought maybe this might help. It won’t.
“This is, my final fit
My final, bellyache.”
“This is, my final fit
My final, bellyache.”
The more time wastes away the more wrong I do. Wasting resources, bothering people around me, seeking the wrong people to dress these gangrenous feelings. I’m stuck here with no refuge and the longer I wait the worse things become.
December 2, 2025 at 12:24 AM
The more time wastes away the more wrong I do. Wasting resources, bothering people around me, seeking the wrong people to dress these gangrenous feelings. I’m stuck here with no refuge and the longer I wait the worse things become.
A terminal illness.
I want to have life revoked from my fingertips by a faceless murderer, no one to blame apart from me making ill decisions.
I want my last moments of rot to be painful surrounded by no one. I want to experience what I deserve to feel.
I want to have life revoked from my fingertips by a faceless murderer, no one to blame apart from me making ill decisions.
I want my last moments of rot to be painful surrounded by no one. I want to experience what I deserve to feel.
November 11, 2025 at 5:19 PM
A terminal illness.
I want to have life revoked from my fingertips by a faceless murderer, no one to blame apart from me making ill decisions.
I want my last moments of rot to be painful surrounded by no one. I want to experience what I deserve to feel.
I want to have life revoked from my fingertips by a faceless murderer, no one to blame apart from me making ill decisions.
I want my last moments of rot to be painful surrounded by no one. I want to experience what I deserve to feel.