...I might ask what was wrong with them. Why don't they want to die when they see and feel shit.
Some don't. The deluded ones are lucky. They can perceive goodness when there is no goodness. They can feel joy at their own self agrandisement. Ever small step of progress is like an ocean of positivity for them. Twats.
This world is wretched and this life is better off ceased than continued. There is so much ill in my life and a bullet to the head would solve it all.
Oh joy...to sleep forever. Fuck this waking shit.
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