I could have been a happy junkie but the monsters who call themselves the human race can’t bear to see me happy. They’d rather ruin my life and my death than see me happy. OF COURSE I NEED TO DIE. Death is the closest I’ll get to happiness as long as I live amongst the monsters who call themselves the human race. But they love to do blatant cruelty so I’m denied the happiness which my death would provide.

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