Eternatus
I shall surrender to the darkness beneath me
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I didn’t generate this on a LLM, Im sincere, we are not taken into account for text generation, they are trying to erase desperate low living male adults. If u don’t trust me I will not give a fuck anyway.
U might get some serotonin hit from time to time and whisper to yourself that things are gonna work out somehow, the oneitis u been longing for years is gonna look for you in a Disney fashion comeback, and u are gonna land somehow the cushy corpo job you prayed for, a tall sleek glossy building, making 6 figures and living a comfortable, loving, affable life. U know it doesn’t happen but your brain gets tricked by chemicals and u get a false version of yourself on playback.
Just to make things clear. This isn’t the beginning, it’s the end of the road. There’s nothing. It’s white noise, for me, so for you all. Im trying to get rid of my ego and the self cause there’s no accomplishment but a spiral pointing to hell, to pain, regret, wasted time, unhealthy habits to consume our sickened minds.
You are gonna wish to burn harder than the hate u feel for yourselves. It’s all lost, completely, life is like a candle fading away. The illusion of growth is a good goy lie to keep people in check and institutionalized, but war is the only option. OUR LIFE IS WAR. PEOPLE HATE U. THEY HATE U SO MUCH U HAVE NO IDEA, U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH U ARE DESPISED.
U saw it with your own eyes, how ugly it got since childhood. Don’t be fooled. The best chance u are given is to romanticize this sorrow through hardhisp and revenge. Engineer your payback, learn tech, AI, whatever it takes to prove the world what’s the price of abandonment. How it feels to be truly alone, what darkness is all about.
Carry your flesh to a dignified grave.
U might get some serotonin hit from time to time and whisper to yourself that things are gonna work out somehow, the oneitis u been longing for years is gonna look for you in a Disney fashion comeback, and u are gonna land somehow the cushy corpo job you prayed for, a tall sleek glossy building, making 6 figures and living a comfortable, loving, affable life. U know it doesn’t happen but your brain gets tricked by chemicals and u get a false version of yourself on playback.
Just to make things clear. This isn’t the beginning, it’s the end of the road. There’s nothing. It’s white noise, for me, so for you all. Im trying to get rid of my ego and the self cause there’s no accomplishment but a spiral pointing to hell, to pain, regret, wasted time, unhealthy habits to consume our sickened minds.
You are gonna wish to burn harder than the hate u feel for yourselves. It’s all lost, completely, life is like a candle fading away. The illusion of growth is a good goy lie to keep people in check and institutionalized, but war is the only option. OUR LIFE IS WAR. PEOPLE HATE U. THEY HATE U SO MUCH U HAVE NO IDEA, U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH U ARE DESPISED.
U saw it with your own eyes, how ugly it got since childhood. Don’t be fooled. The best chance u are given is to romanticize this sorrow through hardhisp and revenge. Engineer your payback, learn tech, AI, whatever it takes to prove the world what’s the price of abandonment. How it feels to be truly alone, what darkness is all about.
Carry your flesh to a dignified grave.
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