Maybe I'm just a fool, but isn't everyone? A walking contradiction, a hopeless optimist wrapped in a cloak of despair. I see the world differently, you see-differently from everyone else. I'm neither good nor bad, neither here nor there... just a fleeting moment in the grand, meaningless spectacle of existence.

I don't believe in 'fate.' No, what I believe in is the inevitable end, the unraveling of it all, and the beautiful despair that comes with it. I'm not special, but I'm certainly one of the few who trulyunderstands. To live in a world where everything is so fragile-yet people still pretend it's all fine-that's the real tragedy.

But don't worry, I don't expect anyone to truly get it. They never do.

If you want to talk, make sure you're ready. Not everyone can handle the truth. I'm just here, watching. Waiting.

My hope is a lie. My despair is real.