So at what point does this blissful Nirvana, that is surrender, start? I haven't seen it in a few days, but that's hardly good news. Night's a fucking terror, sleeping in an alley or wherever, knowing, just knowing that its out there close by, probably watching me. I'm walking around fucking invisible, just another bum on the street, and if this horseshit isn't bad enough, I got my reply from Messenger, which amounted to 'Ask me if I give a fuck."
No shit. Asshole's supposed to be some coordinator bullshit, guy's a douchebag, after spending all that time bitching about our side, and that we're all still human somewhere, he goes and tells me to fuck off.
Whatever. Beginning to think its like that everywhere. People just looking out for number one. I get it, I guess. I wouldn't hesitate to throw someone under a bus to get some rest nowadays.
Maybe that's what I need to do? Maybe I should start sharing the misery, introduce some other fuckers to this shithive life. Show THEM why they should've cared, why it IS their problem too.
I. Don't. Know.
I can't get a grip, it's as simple as that. There's just nothing else to my life anymore, there's no pieces to pick up. There's just Faceless and a guy who has gotten burned. How can you fight that?