‍ 𝕷𝙴𝙵𝐓 ‍ ✱ᅠ ‍ ᴮ𝙴𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃. ‍

FOR I COME TO 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 THE WORLD —— THIS WORLD THAT ALWAYS H͟A͟T͟E͟D ME.

⠀⠀a strain upon peaches' lyre. —— quotebot.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 ⠀ ៹ ⠀𝚃𝙷𝙴⠀ ⠀𝒍𝒂𝖒͟𝖇͟𝖘͟ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓼𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 ⠀𝑠ᑦᴿᴱᴬᴹᴵᴺᴳ .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me. because i exist, i exist, i exist, i exist, i exist, i exist.

destroy yourselves， you who are desperate， and tortured in body and soul， abandon all hope. there is no more solace for you in this world. the world lives off your rotting flesh.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀DON’T ⠀⠀⠀YOU ⠀⠀ FORGET ⠀⠀ YOU’RE ⠀⠀ ON ⠀⠀𝙈𝙔 ⠀⠀𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 ⠀⠀

،̲،̲ ⠀ the ⠀ day⠀ you ⠀ 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 ⠀⠀me⠀ ⠀ ; an 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝐜𝐫𝐢͟𝐞𝐝 🦢⠀ᥫ᭡ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄 〆̸ 𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ⠀⠀ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐨 𝒃𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐠. 𝐆𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝒄𝐨͟𝐥͟𝐝. ⠀⠀

when it seems to have ended, a new breath of life is given.

i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.