I would've shattered every piece of my own identity
and turn myself into a violent maniac powered by self-hatred
for the mere chance of not being compared to the abominations of the human race anymore

But it's not worth it. Nothing I do is worth the loathing, and yet it keeps going this way...


;'At first, I wished that fox on the footpath didn't try to persuade me into deviancy. But now, I believe it was a plead from him to not imprison myself within the so-called moral barriers we put around ourselves to make sure we regret being alive.'"