Venting Everyone has someone, someone they can come back to, but I have no one.

[Crematoryy]

I will leave this world soon. There is nothing left for me to preserve, nothing worth preserving. I renounce my own existence, and I feel that dying would be removing an enormous and useless burden. I will leave this world to you worshippers of this material reality that I abhor.

There is only emptiness and pain and sadness and comparison inside me.

 

[bl33ding_heart]

I hope you find your peace.