Yet another post with a slight vent under the banner as we no longer really have anywhere.
Are we cursed? Is our fate to make friends, to grow affections to start to care, only to have the world torn out from under us ? To gain then loose over and over ?
Are we a monster ? Like to be not the flower but the serpent underneath like Macbeth. Or perhaps Jekyll and Hyde. Or are we to sit in disgust at ourself till our death where upon the world will celebrate that we blight it no more, and we are finally freed from this life of suffering.
We are sorry for our existence.












