Living day to day, week to week, month to month, year to year. The end is coming but it's not the end that I fear because I am not invested in this life. I see the world for what it really is. A spinning, turning, churning cesspool of death, despair and disease. Something's coming, always leads to nothing. Old enough to know better, young enough not care. Clinging and grasping onto hope that was never there. I have never been so frustrated in my whole entire life.
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