There’s no walking out. We talked about the fiery deepest pits of hell. But even above here is also a fiery hell.
I don’t need to open the score anymore. I don’t need to study anymore. Or watch the news. Or take up any examination. It won’t make a difference. The end is crystal clear.
When you said my life would be in the dumps, I didn’t think you were serious.
So that is why my mother never put much hope in me. This life is a mess, and no amount of investment will change it.
That house, this house, that room, this room. It’s all the same at all of them. The problem is with this life.
I don’t need anything anymore. I am numb, and I already know what will happen in the future.
Now that I see it coming, time is not so scary after all.
Nothing is worth it. Mine is a pitiful fate. A thousand sorrows plastered together.
I recalled the poem of “You Say It Hurts to Even Swallow”.
It is this life. This life doesn’t deserve you. This life has no meaning. It is crooked, tainted, broken, chapped.
Time out… Need a razor.