The hypocrisy that we live by, our feelings and our love. It feels as if something inside me screams at the thought of never experiencing a normal life, friends, loyalty. I reject the thought of accepting love, even in complete isolation, it is as if losing myself made me inhuman, unable to legitimately enjoy kindness.
I don't believe in selflessness, I don't have hope for my future nor do I believe I am owed an answer or better life, I don't take joy in the suffering of others, I just wish I had the balls to end it.
I don't believe in selflessness, I don't have hope for my future nor do I believe I am owed an answer or better life, I don't take joy in the suffering of others, I just wish I had the balls to end it.
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