So many people demand proof.
All I can say is that life is proof.
Death is proof. Every soul born
to this earth, will die. No one gets out
alive.
As such, I no longer care about the facts. There is no such thing as
evidence or truth that all agree upon. Life
does not bother with fair, only upon contempt.
That is, contempt for idealism, for hope. I am scorned and I am losing my
mind.
It is decaying inside and out. There is nothing there except
for my emptiness, left there after the trauma stole my thoughts. I am hollow inside after having had a raped
soul. I was not a victim, but I did not
give consent.
This world takes and does not give. All along I have desired hope and peace while this world offers damnation, instead. I exist, not live. I try but only survive. I care while the world says die. Je regrette que je ne peux pas accepter l'invitation.
