I did not consent to existence I am not content with existing yet I'm so scared of death so why am I so obsessed? I'm terrified of life so why even try?
I am an accident I'm a mistake I'm insignificant I am a waste I'm just a grain of sand on one beach of one ocean on one planet
I am a hypocrite I am a fake I'm insignificant I am a waste I'm just a bag of bones sulking, sleeping and shitting life away and that's all I'll ever be
my thread wasn't spun quite the way it should've been