I have spent my life asking a series of inner questions, seeking for a truth about how to be “happy”. Now frustration has arrived, harming people I care and love. Therefore I’m a leech that needs to be crushed. Fuck happiness, all I want is to be understood and guided into the deep waters of communion, I need you in the way alcohol cleans a wound. My soul is burning into darkness. I have now understood that I’m my own evil, and loneliness is overrated. But I fear not being left behind, but being ignored by you, the one who cares for me, as I care for you.

This is a reminder of today’s dark passaje, the kind that shall be vanished from my head or I’ll break myself deeper into invisible particles that get scatterred randomly into dust and mud.

Fuck catarsis, I’m tired of this lifestyle.