I'm not gonna give you that "You don't know what it's like" crap, ' cause you probably do. Hell, everyone does and if they say they don't, they're lying to themselves. Everybody has been there; that state of complete and utter despair, dread, hopelessness. The feeling where everything is wrong and there will never be a true resolve and the biggest wrong about the entire situation is you yourself. You. Are the problem. You. Are why everything is messed up. Cause you are messed up. You are a mistake.
But that's just the thing, everyone has "been there." Most are just one time or occasional tourists who pass through the land once or a few times. But they are not residents. They don't live there, going through everyday.every month. every year. constantly despising their existence. They don't go to the border, hopeful they'll finally be free, feel that sweet release. Just to blink and realize it was a tease and they're right back in their bed. They don't look around them and think, My life is so privileged and fantastic and I am so freakin' grateful, so why am I still here? They don't go to the edge of town to bang on the invisible barrier that separates them from the rest of the world, screaming to be set free. They don't stand on the edge of the cliff, ready and prepared for any way out of their hell. But me?
I live here.
