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do they have antidepressants in heaven?

happiness is being distracted enough from reality to be able to ignore it.
let's go back to bed

reloading high-powered firearms is terrific fun

I need you to like me because I don't
so like me for me

bullet proof dress
aural suicide note

kill me now in secret so the police don't get you but don't tell anyone or I'll hate you
we aren't what we thought we were after all
I don't think anyone understands how we feel about us

reborn for good
in a place where brain chemicals don't exist
and no scientist can tell us why we feel

why should I withdraw before the class is over. who the fuck thought that up. i want to see the class through to the end. if i don't, no big deal, it doesn't hurt my GPA. let's all fuck with the system and give up before it's over. fuck you. fuck all of you. i want to see if i can pass this course and it's too late. i'm going to fail at least one course. i'm going to drop below 2.0. i hate this. i hate everything. i hate myself. i'm not part of any of you. i don't want to be a part of any of you. i don't want to be involved in this. fuck you fakes. fuck all of you who abuse everyone. all of you don't give a fuck about integrity. you just joke about it and think of something else. fuck you. i want to slice all of you open. i want to shatter everything. and i can't because i don't have the means or authority. i don't have control over any of you. i can't do anything to any of you. i can just sit there and smile. go fuck yourselves. you're sickening. none of you care about anything. none of you care about anything. you don't even get how selfish you are. you'll never get it. because you don't have to. no one's forcing you to. so you'll never know. you just adapt to the system. god do i want to detonate. and i'll never get the chance to.

EVERYTHING WE THINK AND DO IS DETERMINED BY OUR EMOTIONS
WE ARE WHAT WE FEEL
WE REFLECT WHATEVER INFLUENCES US TO EXPRESS OUR EMOTIONS
NO ONE IS UNIQUE

everything fucks with me
fuck around for a lifetime until something happens
then drive a car into my side and send me flying into something hard and my insides being crushed do not make a sound loud enough for anyone to hear
anyone can watch
anyone can project their stereotypes onto my corpse
anyone can go home and that's it
there was no flash of light
there was no tunnel
there was just my head reaching its limit

quiet slit your wrists suicide
chaotic gunshot to the brain suicide
slow bleed to death
fast get knocked out for good
suicides no one knows about
driving into a car in the opposite direction and both of you die internally on the way to the hospital
jumping off a tall building or bridge
stand-off with the police
point something that looks like a weapon at them
suicide by cop

all kinds of suicide
all the good ones are taken
no one knows how to be creative anymore
who can think at a time like this