sometimes, i just look around and all i see is fools, hypocrites, judgemental and hateful faces, dried and lifeless bodies and i cannot remember how i did it before. how i kept on living. how do you live? its just so hard sometimes to keep going to force yourself forward, and find a reason for it.
stupid to get so apologetic at this time of the night so i wont do it
this world makes me sick!
If my coming were up to me, I’d never be born
And if my going were on my accord, I’d go with scorn
Isn’t it better that in this world, so old and worn
Never to be born, neither stay, nor be away torn?
-Khayyam
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