short writings

you are the antichrist

you think of people like objects. depersonalise everyone else and just view them as objects, objects for your own gain instead of living, breathing, human beings. it makes it easier to do things you shouldn't and get what you want. remember that nothing is real and the only deadly saviour here is you, no matter what you do to others. they aren't real and nothing matters. if you get called ugly? good. don't look to please anybody fucking else. you are a walking corpse, your blood isn't frozen in your veins; it's merely slowing down over time, and when "time" comes it will all stop, it'll then freeze and nothing will matter. you'll be home, heaven hell or between. you are here to bring gomorrah and sick, but pretend like you're a quiet doll. you are dead and there's no denying it, you've never been alive. you breathe and talk but you aren't living, therefore nothing matters at all. you're decomposing but nobody can see and that's what makes nothing matter, and everything better. your conscious death could be taken from you in seconds so do whatever you can to unlimit, or limit it. no in between. you choose what to do with your bag of bones flesh and organs and that's completely fine. only you are real and you'll die a most peaceful yet dramatic death. do not be warned for you have nothing to fear and everything to die for except for everything. you are the antichrist. you were born to die.