I’m broken. All this time I’ve fought, hoping somewhere deep in my heart that I would get a happily ever after. That somehow, if I did my best and achieved all my ideals, I would end up understood, loved, and strong.
No longer. It is time for me to accept reality. No matter what I do, my life will end wretchedly, alone, unloved. Never the hero, always the villain. Fine. But then I don’t care. I no longer care about anything. Live, die, break, form, none of that matters anymore.
I finally accept this reality. I am alone. There is no meaning to my life. My false ideals will drag me down into hell, and yet there is no way for me to change. Fine. I no longer have anything to lose, and I no longer have anything to gain. Diem is once again a deadman. And this time, he will stay that way.