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Tuesday, 21 June 2011

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Who am I? Mu.
I just woke up. I saw the posts. I don't remember them, but they are the truth. I don't doubt it.

I fell into another world. Or perhaps this is the otherworld. It doesn't really matter.

I... think it's best if I stop posting here. For now. I'm a lie. My memories are a lie. My mindset, a lie. Everything is lies. I want to find truth.

I'm destroying this laptop. I don't care about it any more. I don't want to talk to others. I just want to crawl up and die. Maybe I'll do that.

It doesn't matter, anyway. Goodbye. Who cares about what happens to me? I'm "just fiction". I'm just some stupid fucking story to all of you, you sick bastards. You laugh at my misfortune, and use it to justify your own selfish existence. If all of you killed yourself, nobody would give two shits. They'd be overjoyed, if anything -- a pestilence that they were freed from.

Whatever. I'm off. Sorry to bother you.

1 comment:

  1. You were caught by the Looking Glass. I'm sorry. I've never seen it, but...but I've heard things. You're lucky you're outside of it now.

    You've never bothered me. I enjoy reading your perspective on things.

    -- Carol Baker