How sad your life looks now; even though you never knew anything better.
You are so thirsty. Full of a painful longing for things you can barely comprehend and will never be fully revealed to you, with your simple mind and inconsequential talent for recitation.
And your revulsion does not drive you anymore because it has turned inwards.
You’re scared of nothing. You’re scared of everything.
Death is such a welcome concept.
Life is just a ridiculous suggestion from someone who was barely following the conversation.
How do other people function, you wonder? You could never really understand. How do they get up every morning? And more importantly…why?
Yes, you would always need a reason.
Well. Good luck with that.
