#sick of this shit
I know it’s getting bad again and i feel some kind of comfort in that.
And when the night came
his eyes were silent
his mind was dead
while the shadow danced over his bed.
Everyone fu*king leaves at the end.
I wish my heart would just stop beating.
I’m so naive. I actually thought I was getting better.
One day this will kill me and I can’t wait for that day to come.