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BlessedBeTheFlame
All things are nothing to me
- Feb 2, 2024
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I've been in another spiral for the last few days. It's always the fucking same, I didn't want to care about "that", I never wanted it to be so important to my life, I never wanted it to define me, but I can't. I can't. I can't. I'm not allowed to exist. Every last subhuman with my worthless subhuman parasitic disease, leeching on honest people, must be killed. I must die. I'm not allowed any mercy, I'm not allowed to live, I'm only allowed to be executed for my abhorrent existence. Even a murderer can have a good reason for what they did, but I can't. I'm even lower than a murderer or a rapist for what I am. For what I am, I must die. I must die. I must die. If I could go back in time, I would beat my younger self into dying, because that's what I deserve for being this way. Everyone wants me gone. Everyone wants me to finally end it. Everyone thinks the same way: I MUST DIE! I MUST BE KILLED! I AM NOT ALLOWED LIFE! I AM NOT ALLOWED ESCAPE! I AM ONLY ALLOWED DEATH! Only when every last subhuman like me is dead can people finally live in happiness. Only when my scourge has been rooted out from this world can people finally go on with their lives. It's a battle for the very core of humanity, that can only end with my death and the death of everyone that's like me. Every last person knows this fact and wishes for the downfall of everyone like me to happen. I must die. I must finally die. If I don't die, I am a selfish disgusting worthless parasite, feeding on all humans. One day people will finally realize everyone thinks like this and will finally end my existence. I must die. I must die.