My existence is bothering me yet I'm not doing anything about it. Jumping to something else seems like the wrong thing to do, keeping safe here seems like the best thing to do. Yet this heart longs for more. Void. It says, feed the void. I have no desire to do good anymore. No desire to save anyone. No desire to please anyone. Nobody cares so I don't really mind if anybody hates me. It's not like they care in the first place anyway. Life is weird without any enemies. Feeling really sick, physically and mentally. Money is an issue now. Everything is. Nothing is inspiring. Every corner of the earth smells death. Living corpse walking in daylight all around me. Self-absorbed people all over and smoldering me. I can't listen to any crap for more than 10 seconds. Their self absorbed talk, bores.