I’m dying… I’m trying to leave
Let me slip away, I’m barely holding on, every now and then I feel the end of us.
You know what i feel right now?
I don’t feel miserable or angry, i don’t feel good or bad, i feel nothing.
Fuck You.
Please turn to the loaded gun in your drawer, put it in your mouth, and pull the trigger blowing your brains out, you’ll be doing the whole world a favor.
I would love to smash your face in until it no longer resembled anything human, can you please remove yourself from the gene pool? preferably in the most painful and agonizing way possible? ,retard, die painfully okay? prefearbly by getting crushed to death in a garbage compactor, by getting your face cut to ribbons with a pocketknife, your head cracked open with a baseball bat, your stomach sliced open and your entrails spilled out, and your eyeballs ripped out of their sockets. fucking bitch I really hope that you get curb-stomped. it’d be hilarious to see you, begging for help, and then someone stomps on the back of your head,leaving you to die in horrible, agonizing pain, whore, i hate you.

Loving hands, caring words, our footsteps in the snow, faded… faded.
(Source: silenthowlss, via exhausted-insomniac)








