Ave!

I don’t know if is it an act of desperate looking for any attention, but. I hate myself. Got no friends, got no lover. Depressed (but well dressed). Addicted to opioids. Only thing left is dsbm music and hating myself even deeper. Feels bad, man. I think my country isn’t for me - the only it offers is methadone that makes me suffer so badly that I’ve never felt in my existence. Take me away so I can be done with xanax so much. Save meeeeeee. (Borderline attack? Don’t think so.) I’m crying my black spirit out but no one can hear it, there’s only silence, kills me. Destruction kills me. All I love - destruction. OH MY SWEET DECADANCE. I learned how to dance to sound of miserable screams… obviouslly I have lost myself in my own mind. Want to see what’s inside? I don’t mind. DEATH IS A FORM OF ART. (My death is near) You DON’T. - antisocial guy who miss u, H