The End
The End Act I: Resolved Working with headings now. Big time shit. I hate myself and I want to be dead. I've written so many posts trying to dance around that sentence. I've dissected it again and again and every time I do this dumb fucking thing where I have to have some sort of resolution, y'know? I always gotta end my posts on a positive note. 'I've got this.' 'I've survived worse.' '[Insert realization here]' I won't go so far as to say that's all bullshit; those were real thoughts and feelings and self-discoveries. They were just contrived as hell. Not everything needs to have a resolution, because not everything can have a resolution. Not everything can lead to an end-point. Sometimes things just are, and you have to learn to live with them. I've been treating my life like it's a game. I've doggedly pursued some essential realization that would fix my shit, like it was just a matter of taking the right path and doi