Love. Doesn't. Exist. Love is a fairy tale. A myth. It's about as real as The fat man that breaks into your house to leave you shit. It's as real as the the giant bunny that goes around hiding eggs and hiding treats inside them. None of those things are real. They're a lie. They're a lie people tell themselves so that they don't have to deal with the darkness of the world. Because they're afraid. Afraid that the world isn't a happy place full of rainbows and giant mutant rabbits. Love is the mask that they hide behind.
I envy them. I envy the people who can believe the lie. Believe the lie that there is love. That there is more to life then just survival. They're lucky. I'm not. I face reality everyday. I face the eternal shadows that make up the world. The one behind the lens and the colorful filter in people's brain.
This might just seem like some really depressing bullshit. And it is. But it's the truth. If your not walking away right I'm gonna assume you've got some balls. And I'm gonna assume that right now your thinking, get to the damn point. Well um... I think that crap above, is pretty astute and to the point. But I digress. Now maybe it's time I tell my story.
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Hope
RandomI don't have anything for a summary at the moment. I'll come up with one later but a brief explanation is that this is a futuristic, post-apocalyptic book and I promise to make it as good as I can. Please read!
