Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 214
I wish I had the sobriety to construct a well-structured, logical argument, but I am extremely exhausted. I feel I am surrendering to the never-ending loneliness, devising ways to end my life, and being tormented beyond my strength within my mind. Everything around me is a prison, without doors or windows, without bars or rooms, only a captive being, powerless to choose. The whole world is my prison: wherever I step, in every detail of my thinking, in externality and internality. Suicide is the rule, not the exception, for unsustainable situations. For when everything is truly lost. Suicide is self-administered justice, it is rebellion against the infamy of existence when nothing works.