  Fuck it.&nbsp; I can't be fucked with this world's shit anymore.&nbsp; Why must I continue to live here?&nbsp; If looks could kill, you'd all be dead.&nbsp; This place is too fucked.&nbsp; Actually, it's not the world that I'm fucked off with.&nbsp; That would be too easy.&nbsp; I'm fucked off with&nbsp;me and my continual existence.&nbsp; Why?
!&nbsp; No that wasn't a rhetorical question.&nbsp; Tell me why.&nbsp; Why?! I can't deal, and even if I could, would I want to?&nbsp; Why must my thoughts and feelings be so conflicting?&nbsp; They're all flying in from opposite directions and collision is inevitable.&nbsp; Will it kill me?&nbsp; Who knows?&nbsp; Or better yet, who cares?&nbsp; And by who I mean me.&nbsp; Do I care?&nbsp; At the moment, no. 
