ya know this is all starting to get to me, trying to hold the line but, gotta say learning how these people hurt others but also participated in my own ever increasing understanding of my own trauma, getting pretty hard to not be black pilled. I talk to Jesus constantly, but still am confused about so much and know i am not worthy of his love but somehow am. I hate that we have to watch our world burn just to see him return, i hate that somehow i was drawn here for what ever reason, and yet i am a huge huge fuck up and angry and tormented maybe that is a better word, anyways sorry for the fag, just stressed and weed not helping right now.
the years are taking a toll, sanity is a question i ask daily, memes are not even as interesting anymore for me.