At the end of our ability to handle the relentless suffering that is life, there is apathy. The hopeful part of you is buried under the years of numbness so much pain has wrought, only screaming out in terror from the covered mound they’ve been doomed to. It’s not much more than whisper now, as the the irredeemable husk we’ve turned into marches forth into our one last solace from this horrible place: oblivion. There’s nothing here worth staying for any longer, and the severed connections of love and friendship that once held us are now only painful reminders that existence will never be anything but agony again.
My guess is shipping.
A last gasp of hope in a vacuum?
is this a vent post? or is it jut cause bacon horse has made mistakes?