Slipping into the gates of hell.


Another day closer to death, just trying to fight the sickness that plagues my fucking brain. Trying to get better, but i can feel the foundation cracking. It's all slipping away again. My mental illness is stronger than i am, and i feel like just giving in. Fighting this illness is like trying to carry a 500 pound weight up the side of a mountain. Everything is so old and so heavy.

Are you feeling like me? Keep fighting, and i'll do my best to keep fighting as well. We're all we got in this life bro's. No god is coming to save us.


Saint Mentalcel

Inspiring the Weak and Defenseless like C-S-H
Good luck, brother. I think my time here on Earth is coming to an end, just constant hopelessness and pathetic bullying.