
Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 93
There have been countless times when I had even a shred of hope, only to have it crushed by the world. Any expectation I create is brutally disappointed. Being downcast has not become a matter of momentary mood, but of survival. Existence is defiling against my life -- we are rivals. Above all uncertainties, one sentence remains unshakable: to the extent that this world has hated me, I will hate it even more.