Not a single soul. We have only ourselves. No one cares about our issues..no one cares about our problems.. no one but us. It's over. The world would move on if you or me were to kill ourselves, it would be like a fly dying. It means fucking nothing. That's how much we matter to this wicked world that wants to squeeze us out of our last drop of energy so we can make them richer and keep sexhavers sexhaving.. this world is brutal.. who else would understand but you?
