What's my problem?

There is something wrong with me. I'm having technical difficulties. I am so unsatisfied with everything. I'm tired because I don't have anything else to be.

It has to do with motivation, Bob.

If my life keeps going the way it's going, this whole world is going to perish. For me. I'm scared that life is taking me over.

This is the darkest, most tortured thing I've ever written. The implications are twisted. Where do I go from here?

I have nothing, not one thing to say about myself. The look in my eyes would tell you everything.

I am, have been and will forever be a mistake and a lie.

Observe below: exhibit A






More than 1,000 people died today. I fight against it, but I am too weak. I want freedom and I want the right to matter. The unspeakable evil that exists in Washington DC (and throughout the USA) needs to understand this. People who assume they know what is best for others are mistaken. We want our voices heard. Fire can't burn hot enough to destroy it. It takes a majority, a strong united front to say this is it. What can one person do against an empire?

I have an answer, found below as exhibit B:







The end of our problems lie ahead, if only we could let go.

This is not the beginning, it is the end. Are you all ready? We are all slaves, whether you like it or not. You know that feeling you get, when you're angry because something isn't going as smoothly or quickly as you'd like. It is usually intense and brief, but overwhelming. Its like anger without a reason. Its frustration.

That's the sense, that is the feeling. Imagine living your life like that, fucked over at every chance you get. But with no chance to fix it, ever. Because everyone you know assumes that's how it is and that's how it should be. Death, be not kind to me.









Impactful reality is all I need.