I feel, like, all alone and I'm always sad. I don't know what the point of living anymore is. But if I killed myself, I'd lose my favorite hobby, suffering. So instead, I just write poems about death, cry myself to sleep where I dream about dying, and wear dark, tight clothes that remind me of death. You people that think you're happy are wrong; the world is hell. Stop being happy you suckers!
Originally posted by ark13Dude, you're being possessed. Bang your head against the tennis racket three times. You'll feel much better. Then go spy on the undead neighbor.
I feel, like, all alone and I'm always sad. I don't know what the point of living anymore is. But if I killed myself, I'd lose my favorite hobby, suffering. So instead, I just write poems about death, cry myself to sleep where I dream about dying, and wear dark, tight clothes that remind me of death. You people that think you're happy are wrong; the world is hell. Stop being happy you suckers!
Originally posted by reader1107This abuse hurts me. I am who I am. :'( I don't want to hear anymore; I'm going to go listen to emo music. At least the songs never change while the world goes toward destruction.
Dude, you're being possessed. Bang your head against the tennis racket three times. You'll feel much better. Then go spy on the undead neighbor.
Originally posted by ark13Another chararkter... đ´
I feel, like, all alone and I'm always sad. I don't know what the point of living anymore is. But if I killed myself, I'd lose my favorite hobby, suffering. So instead, I just write poems about death, cry myself to sleep where I dream about dying, and wear dark, tight clothes that remind me of death. You people that think you're happy are wrong; the world is hell. Stop being happy you suckers!
