The title isn't some childish cry for attention. For my sake and yours, ignore every word that comes after this foreword. I can't keep this written on paper because someone might find it.
None of this is worth it anymore. None of it. I don't care if I'm ill. I don't care if my perspective has been "skewed" by said supposed illness. I don't fucking care about the good of my fellow human and the struggles they face. I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!
But there's always a fucking but. Because I care about leaving no mark at all on this forgotten wet heap of celestial chaos. I care about how I will affect those unfortunate enough to give a shit about my life. They don't deserve the horrible pain I want to put them through. Never in my wildest nightmares would I willfully inflict such tragedy.
This conflict is slowly and excruciatingly sawing me in two. Existence is hell and I have no power to end it. I either have to cope with it or go insane. The former is proving much more difficult than it's worth
None of this is worth it anymore. None of it. I don't care if I'm ill. I don't care if my perspective has been "skewed" by said supposed illness. I don't fucking care about the good of my fellow human and the struggles they face. I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!
But there's always a fucking but. Because I care about leaving no mark at all on this forgotten wet heap of celestial chaos. I care about how I will affect those unfortunate enough to give a shit about my life. They don't deserve the horrible pain I want to put them through. Never in my wildest nightmares would I willfully inflict such tragedy.
This conflict is slowly and excruciatingly sawing me in two. Existence is hell and I have no power to end it. I either have to cope with it or go insane. The former is proving much more difficult than it's worth