nebulax3 | blue sundays

blue sundays, weird things.

comfy room, comfortable place

there's nothing better than being here, i don't want to get up,

i don't want to go out. this heaviness, it's killing me.

guess i have to endure, but still, i don't wanna get out this room.

outdoors, it scares me, i wish i could impregnate myself against the walls and live here forever

impregnated in the walls

forever and ever

keep myself there, where nobody can see me, nobody can hear me, nobody can touch me, nobody can perceive me

i closed the blinds

i locked up the door

i locked up myself

i blocked up myself from society

i will i swear i will I'm not lying I'm better than that please believe me I'm desperate i need help but i know myself I'm not gonna let anyone know about this.

blue sundays

blue hands, after painting a picture

blue sundays

blue eyes, after relapsing

blue sundays

blue mind, after messed everything up

i know I'm wrong, but he says I'm not

guess it's because I'm paying a monthly session for those words