I don't want you to die. I feel that need too, the escape that looks like the best solution. But i don't really want to die either. I want things to change around me, i want justice in this world. I want freedom, the real one. Returning to nonexistence is not the same freedom, because you can't feel it. You can't feel satisfied for having written a simple poem expressing your pain, just to yourself. You can't feel proud for going on anothef day. You can't feel nostalgic for the fears of the past. You can't feel worried for a stranger who feels similar pain to you, miles and miles away. Even that is something I'd rather not lose, even if worry it's not considered a so called "positive" emotion

It might seem like you can't feel those things today either, but that's temporary. You have time, and you have needs. Stay true to your needs, honor them, and don't be afraid if you inadvertently discomfort someone chasing them, even if that's yourself. Time + truth = Victory Know what you want, know its value, and escaping will become the last thing you'll ever want.

I hope reading this might help you, writing it is helping me, so thank you for giving me this opportunity, our pain is the fertile ground in which hope can sprout

Eggs are bird periods

Oh for sure, it's all an elaborate work of art i know

Maybe it was a solidarity laugh, like "lol i've done that too"

In recent times, by reading. Before that, i think most people pooped faster than we do due to better digestable foods

Of course it does, Sagan knew