Sometimes we have to do things we don’t necessarily like. Sometimes we need to be punished and have all our hopes and dreams shit on in order to gain back pieces of our resolve. Other times, you just hate yourself so much that you’ll do anything to make even your simplest of likes about yourself disappear entirely.
Self destruction is the road to being able to exist, I think, even if it makes that existence nearly unlivable. Sometimes we have to beat ourselves into submission because we have no others to do it for us properly.
Yes, into submission. I hate life so much though. I don’t care how it ends anymore, just that it does. Getting through doesn’t seem as important as it should be when part of the things you don’t want to do is allow there to be another chance. Life here is hell, one way or another. Anyone else that can’t see that just doesn’t want to. It’s always going to be like this isn’t it. No matter what century we find ourselves stuck in.