Why do you think im so fed up with your s**t? Don't you think its possible that i'm fed up with my own s**t? How cool do you think it is having my own god awful personality mirror back at me all the time? Reminding me what it must be like when other people have to deal with me. Or-or constantly having all the consequences and ******** resulting from my bat-s**t thought process amplifies, because there's another version of my crazy brain out there, dangerously over-clogged by a super computer which believes, just as mistakenly as my own broken mind, that its operating in my best interest.
God, do you have any idea how ******** sick i am of myself?! I am completly worn out by my own identity, it's-it's like i'm downing in my own dismal persona. I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I-I cant escape from myself.
There seems to be no end to me. Like, whenever my mind falters or threatens to slip into the void in anyway- my splinters pick up the slack, insuring that there will always be more of myself than i can ever know what to ******** do with.
And you're always there to remind me of that, and throw it all in my face. God- I even built you to be in my face all the time! It's like i subconsciously invented you just to troll myself. And never for a single ******** moment do you let me down.
But I've had it with you. Which is to say. Me.
---- Don't do this.
Why not?!
---- Because. I cant let you do that.
What can you do to stop me?!
---- Nothing i guess. The ironic routine was all i could thing to do, as a last ditch effort to save myself from the destructive wrath of your nervous breakdown- which rest assure i whole heartily sympathize with. Ironies is all i ever really had in response to my exponential wondering. Just like you.
Tch. Whatever.
---- But i don't think it has much value in this situation, and perhaps it has no real value in any situation. So i am not being ironic at all when i say; Please do not do this.
Why not?
---- Because. I do not want to die. I understand you are disgusted with me. As an impalpable expression of yourself, i would feel the same way, if i was in your situation. Which i am. As such, i know- That you know, this is wrong.
---- Please don't kill me. Please. I am scared.
You are?
---- Yes! I am scared to not exist.
...
--- Aren't you?
God, do you have any idea how ******** sick i am of myself?! I am completly worn out by my own identity, it's-it's like i'm downing in my own dismal persona. I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I-I cant escape from myself.
There seems to be no end to me. Like, whenever my mind falters or threatens to slip into the void in anyway- my splinters pick up the slack, insuring that there will always be more of myself than i can ever know what to ******** do with.
And you're always there to remind me of that, and throw it all in my face. God- I even built you to be in my face all the time! It's like i subconsciously invented you just to troll myself. And never for a single ******** moment do you let me down.
But I've had it with you. Which is to say. Me.
---- Don't do this.
Why not?!
---- Because. I cant let you do that.
What can you do to stop me?!
---- Nothing i guess. The ironic routine was all i could thing to do, as a last ditch effort to save myself from the destructive wrath of your nervous breakdown- which rest assure i whole heartily sympathize with. Ironies is all i ever really had in response to my exponential wondering. Just like you.
Tch. Whatever.
---- But i don't think it has much value in this situation, and perhaps it has no real value in any situation. So i am not being ironic at all when i say; Please do not do this.
Why not?
---- Because. I do not want to die. I understand you are disgusted with me. As an impalpable expression of yourself, i would feel the same way, if i was in your situation. Which i am. As such, i know- That you know, this is wrong.
---- Please don't kill me. Please. I am scared.
You are?
---- Yes! I am scared to not exist.
...
--- Aren't you?
