It'll all end and I'll regret not spending time attending to the things I love, and all for a diploma, and a job.

I don't like being so pessimistic all the time, but how can I not be ? I was doomed to be restrained by chains I have no control of since the day I was born.

So when people tell me, "You just need to know what you want to do", I can't help but feel disgust.

I want to live, not be my own slave.

Talking with my loved ones, listening to my old man talk about topics he's passionate about, cherishing my friends, kissing my dog.

All of that will end.

and don’t even get me started on the fact that knowing your shit is getting even slight recognition makes waking up so much easier. it’s hard to spend so much time on something just for it to get 10 plays.

it’s soul crushing, but i keep doing it anyways, even if i promise myself i won’t.

I made a suicide letter with the most important people in my life. I wanted to explain how it wasn't their fault. I love my mother, and my brother too.

It's almost like a sorta psychosis enters the ring. I can't help it.

But sometimes i get weary from looking at the clock. others call me obsessed, mentally ill and in need of help. i just want what’s lost to be back.