I HATE that there are beasts in the deep sea. I hate not being able to comprehend their consciousnesses. they spend their lives in pitch blackness and pressure that would crumple me up like a beer can. they spend a majority of their lives alone. why are they. what do they think about. what is there to think about for them. they live in hell. why do they exist. do they know they're suffering. do they know their lives are the most miserable. what do they matter down there. I hate that they don't understand how fucked up their circumstances are. I hate that they don't know. that there's nothing for them to do. nothing for them to know. that they couldn't do anything about it even if they knew. I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate th








