Shits been going good, but it’ll come down soon. At some point, someone’s gonna keel over and I just fucking know it’ll be the end of me. I finally have most of what I wanted all my life and it’s not gonna last. I can speak at ease with my father, and I have friends to talk to. I have savings, a job, and my own skills. But sooner rather than later, someone is gonna die, and they won’t get to be there if I have kids, find a woman, enter a career, leave a legacy. All because whatever bastard made this world put everyone on it here to suffer in his name.
I’m almost tempted to do it myself, to bring my own oblivion and meet him face to face. If only so that I could put a face to the disgrace. So that I could truly begin to try and put the earth right.
I just wish the pull on oblivion wasn’t so heavy as to need to fingers to bring it back. It makes it awfully hard to flip the bird that way.
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it is hard to feel ok when you think about all the pain and suffering in the world. wonder if this is cuz we have access to so much information or cuz we are are smart enough to know that humans are mean to each other and downright evil at times? also would be easier to deal with the fact that somebody is causing harm to somebody else right this very moment if we did not care. like … i am a sociopath so i don’t care that much. yet it still bothers me. i cannot even imagine how awful it must be for folks that have big feels.