This world doesn’t want me in it. And I don’t much want to exist anymore, so we’re kind of agreed on that. There’s just the fear that’s keeping me here, and the damage that would be done to those that don’t deserve it. But I’m not really alive. I haven’t been for years now. This world holds no place for me. I don’t belong around others. I belong in the dirt. And delaying that natural justice causes me pain. The world wants me not to exist. To return to the mulch. To be something useful again. Something innocent. My continued existence is a violation of the natural order.
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If you feel the world doesn’t want you it might be a good thing in the end. if you arent making huge sums of money and paying a huge portion of it to tax they the world wants you less. If you arent chasing the latest trends, and defining your identity with brands the world waqnts you even less still. And If you aren’t fighting other people, being competitive and hurting others to reinforce the systems operation off of human suffering, then to the world you may be of no use at all to it.
Feeling left out, rejected by society, disliked by most other work units, and overall driven into the abyss of bread line living is a hefty price to pay…but it is an act of rebelion in a pseudo civilization whose only purpose seems to destroy a planet.