I held my breath during my whole Pettit Morte and now my mouth is filled with blood

Why do i keep instinctively plucking hairs from painful places

I will never perish, i will live forever!
I can't be affected, I can't be hurt!

Im trying to get cuts all across my arms

何日も待ってたわごとをしたのに、今はお尻が痛い

Post beat meat revenge existencial dread sorta feels better than not doing it at all. I feel all cozy and warm despite it all.
I feel less unloved, like i have no reason to be angry with the world

Don't ya ever feel like your time is not your own?

i guess i could just give H recomendations or something

everybody, go listen to Baxter Dury

wait can i swear?