I am depressed, i realize humanity as we know it might end, but I am filled with the touch of depravity. What is the point? Who am I? What to do? Black crimes keep increasing each year, fertility rates get lower and it becomes so unsafe to visit any place, even the ones that before seemed so distant from all of this. It patronizes me, what can I do about it? Wait? I hate waiting, what can I do about it?6 posts and 4 image replies omitted. Click reply to view.
All of my life, all this evasion, all this avoidance of the problems of the world like Buddha but more of a devilish one, like I just said "They die, it's their fault.". Never brave enough… Always hiding and concealing oneself until the demise. No, just no, not anymore, I need to get this shit together, don't I?