Being On Tumblr For 17 Hours Reading Discourse Since Youre Like 15 Was Not Infact That Good For My Brain.

I failed again today

One day no one will remember me and I'll be still alive

I've always had this feeling deep inside me that the world, despite being a somewhat dangerous yet beautiful and almost fantastic place, doesn't have a place for me at all- I wasn't made for it and It doesn't have any business cattering to me. My existence here was a mere mistake, naturally ocurring, and will be solved one day or another. And doesn't matter how much time passes and how much I find beauty in life it wasn't ever made for my enjoyement. I am not meant to stick around, nor meant to stick with someone or to a purpose. There is no place I belong to. I never felt like I could stay. I only feel like I have to go.

Mankind is made out of polyethylene

ever since i was a child ive known that i wanted to, someday, be the mutilated corpse on a nature trail that ruins a hikers week

my problem is that I don't know where to start!!!!

I like to hate myself because i really hate myself

In my reign the proportion of consequences per act will be evened out

Waaa I don't want my days centered around me hating myself...... I have chores to do...

>be "me"

>post picture of the being "my" thoughts are intrinsically attached to since birth

>"this is My "me" and myself"

>"why aren't they both 'you"? Why is yourself something separated from the source of your perception of the world"

>"I don't like myself."