Please someone kill me. Just strangle me, I won’t fight back. Use a gun if it’s easier. Please just let me die already. Just rip my skin off. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if there’s nothing after death. Just kill me. If you knew the things I’ve done, you’d understand…
And now the following message
Let’s all love lain, let’s all love lain, let’s all love lain, lets all love lain, Let’s all love lain!! Lain lain lain lain lain lain!!
I need to be perfect. If I’m not pure perfection then why do i deserve to live? I can’t be disgusting like everyone else. Oh god please don’t make me imperfect so I can live. I don’t wanna die.
I can’t take it anymore. Why can’t i remember their face? I just wanna see them one last time. We could just talk abt anything really. Please just one more minute. Why am I being cursed like this?I just wanna hear their voice one last time,I’ll die if I have to live like this…
A body exists only to verify one’s existence. Humans are alone in life. Nobody will ever truly understand you. We make up things to fill the void of knowing we will eventually die. Maybe to make death feel more meaningful? Or to make a coincidental existence feel less useless?