I'm easily brought to tears. Because the content of my mind and soul fills more than my body can contain already. There is no need for a bigger amount of instability to make

My heart is aching. I am fragile. I cannot deal with raised voice, and especially not sudden change in talking volume. I do not know whether it is just who I am, or it is what I'm brought up to be.

Death is slowly reaching it's old status as the right solution.

I write to feel better, feel to stay alive, stay alive to please, please to feel validated, feel validated to live. But why do I live? At the end it is all gonna end up as a lie after all.

I do not want what I have, what I am, what I have become, what I had. I do not want anything. I do not want to live in a world, that cannot coexist.

In multiple ways I'm a minority. I'm in the weaker link. The weakest of the weaker of the weak.


Survival of the fittest? Is that not the rule of nature?
- As a person who believes in science, I am ready to admit I am weak and willing to accelerate the process and stop existing at this very moment.