I write comments on other people's books and try to get a reaction from someone on them because those tiny accomplishments are the only accomplishments I will ever achieve in my life. I yearn for death's sweet kiss and Satan's punishment for me. All I want is to be able to glance to my right in my own special spot in Hell and see Hitler finish what he started: his exquisite paintings. I also wrote two shitty books in 6th grade because I was just sOoOoO RanDoM. Im in a constant existential crisis, help me.