177. RIP

I know it's not real. I know it's childish and dumb. I must, I must, I must hide my emotions. I must learn how to lie. I must.

I want to rip myself apart and cry. I want to blow all my organs with my nails, squash them in my hands, and scream. I don't want to die. I want to live an eternal life, full of pain, like Prometheus and the eagle.

I must, I must, I must not desire this. I must not. Don't be such a child. I can do it, right?

I can.

I can.

I can.











I can't.