I finished binging Cyberpunk: Edgerunners right now.
If we are the last to survive, we will live our last lives in isolation, forever.
I'm crying.
Out of sadness.
Out of fear.
Out of pity.
I HATE SAD ENDINGS!!!!
WHY DO THEY EXIST!??!
WHY CAN'T---
WHY CAN'T WE ALL---
WHY CAN'T WE ALL HAVE... happy endings?
I'm really crying now.
Oh GOD I'm REALLY crying now.
Gloria, Pilar, Maine, Dorio, Kiwi, Rebecca, and finally David. They seemed so real to me.
I- I can't stand it.
I wanna hurt myself. I wanna strangle myself. It hurts so bad, I just want it to end.
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Because the good times will end.
IT WILL.
AND THEN
And then
and then...
what happens next, I never, NEVER
Want to think about, ever again.
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The good memories will always fade.
And what's left is NOTHING.
NOTHING AT ALL.
I'M SO fucking scared....
There is no feeling worst than this, is there?
If you've lived through this, tell me: there really is nothing worst... than this, right?
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Truly nothing matters in the end, does it?
How can anyone be positive about that?
I can only try... BUT IT FAILS EVERY TIME.
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I hate this show.
I hate it so much.
"Woah...! Check this! I can feel the sun-"
And he fucking disappears.
Lost forever.
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"You know what makes this whole thing even more sad? The whole show is essentially him letting down his dead mom. She wanted him to live a good, long life. Instead, he lived a life of crime and died young. Add on the fact that all his friends died, and he left behind a heartbroken girlfriend... yeah, this show was depressing." (Nikolai Your Crazy Uncle, YouTube comments <>, October 2022)
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Memories, long forgotten.
How many have I lost already?
In the end IT DOES NOT MATTER.
So why must we keep... living?
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You always root for the good guys, the protagonist.
Hoping they'll at least achieve something worthwhile close to their dreams.
But not in Night City.
And never in real life.
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It's gone...
All gone...
...
This is why I don't watch movies. Or read stories. Ever.
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Abstraction
Phi Hư Cấu[Started on: June 14, 2022] || Chapters Released: 0 This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ah...
