I sit here in this place of quiet and great knowledge. I sit here and I listen to the voices of those around me. Yet, I feel silence. The voices are distant. Far away from me, just like myself. Of course, I hear their words, but they mean nothing, as they have for so long. Until you feel the empty, you don’t know the meaning of alone. You don’t know the meaning of fear. They talk, and they live, and they love. They do not know these feelings that I feel. They do not experience […]
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themiserymachine
themiserymachine
we hate love. we love hate. i've managed to become something i told myself i never would. i'm just another faceless number. i hate myself for what i've become to escape what i hated being and i killed myself to make everyone pay.