Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 87
I feel an unholy hatred for this sepulchral existence. For it has denied me sex, and any form of loving bond. I hate myself more than this world. Existence makes me blame myself for every failure of mine -- even though they are inevitable. The day is approaching when I will receive my first big salary ($4000), but I find no one who can heal the pain inside me. If there is no one to love me then I will buy "love" (because that is all I can do). I will distill all my infamous hatred against this world. I will extract from this existence what little it has to offer me before leaving it forever.
