Jesus Christ

I can’t stand I here, all I can think about is how shitty everything is how much I hate living like this how mush I hate moving around

god, if I could get into the death isles I would killing myself seems like the best option. I look down at my robotic arm, my prosthetic leg, why did it have to happen to me?

I don’t think it’s fair, I was sold out by my own girlfriend (that fucking bitch) she told the elders I repented against their wishes of me and POOF there goes half my body, it’s almost comical

suddenly I hear the ladder creaking, I quickly pull my hood up over my shaggy brown hair and pale olive skin

“What do you want!? Can you see I’m trying to bask in my own depression?”