Three-hundred-seventieth Post

hello hello~

isn't it nice to live without any obligations?

it's like you're a loner, unbounded to anyone, you live, you die, you're free to do so.

i cannot escape from the evil clutches. of the adults.

i stronglie hope my heart fails. seems like there's a threshold for respiration anyway. from years of heartaches, my heart must have hardened somewhere.

my dreams for the future were just those. just dreams.

painful seven years.

Great. Take away my medical report and ask for one.
to complete my medical examination/investigation.

can anyone save me? can anyone even hear me?

我想走。我真的想走
到遥远之地，不再回来

i like drawing knives on my paper.

cars travel quickly at bishan.


another one of them. a bad korkor, just no different
cold, cleaving responses. heart cleaver.
心如刀割

it's a miracle i lived past 18.

niemand versteht mich. i'm just waiting, waiting for that moment
for that moment to leave.

you'll have to kill me to check me. check my corpse, fucking paedophiles.

shoot me.

i can't wait to die.

Samuel