I’m so glad I’m dead, but it’s a miserable feeling. I can’t sleep, my eyes are full white, my stomach has been full with maggots and I briefly felt them actually eating my flesh, my head hurts all day, I just remembered that it’s been splattered against a wall. It’s not supposed to be in my head. I’m stumbling. Everything hurts.
I have animal bones I can cuddle because I don’t feel dead enough, man.
My boyfriend gave me tips on how to die further.
I miss m ymy Cotard’s.
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