“I hate being human, not the fact I hate my humanity. Because I'm in this prison, my bones holding everything together. Breathing is a relapse, and in the time between we're born there is so much problems people like creating them for enjoyment. But the saddest fact is, we're consumed with self interest we live less. Pain is the burden of today and tomorrow, the past is a reminder that the photograph will never burn. The knowledge that I will die soon cannot come enough. Thought of nothingness replacing all that I've been through is truly comforting. You're born and destined to be buried, it is inevitable. During the time you're alive, you spend grieving for the loss of the life that will eventually cease to end one day. Why live for other people when they just bring you down? Find those who care and let them stay. Let go of those people who do nothing but bring you worry and sadness. In the end they never mattered.”
