What a fucking life, it's still unbelievable to me sometimes how things have turned out as of late. I wish I was born in 1989 instead of 1999, that way I would have died in 2019 as I was supposed to.....
I'm going to die... I'm actually going to die in the summer of 2029... I can't believe it, I want to cry out for help, but I'm realizing more and more everyday that it would be no use, you can't stop ...
and no, fucking don't say "You should see someone like a therapist / psychiatrist who can help you.", doing that is essentially just paying someone to give you a hug, it is pointless and is a waste of...
I am a Canadian Brony, Furry and Agnostic with a taste for old-school things, good art, good video games, good music and any animated media with animals characters in it.