sometimes I wonder...is it possible for me to not exist in this shitty mind that drags me down to hell every other hour?
and y'know sometimes it starts to feel so incredibly pointless
like...why am I still fighting? it's a losing battle. I keep fighting myself and I keep losing and...idk dude. I am trapped inside this organic carbon-based prison that clearly wants to self-destruct so why am I still fighting?
I just get so tired sometimes. like, life is hard enough because of the world at large. you have to fight for yourself in this existence. not with yourself, but for yourself. because the world is not on your side. no one else is on your side. other people are looking out for their own best interests, and that means you have to be your own champion. but... what if you're not? what if you're not even on your own fucking side? what then?