Q: "Yeah?"
A: "Yeah."
Q: "Yeah!?"
A: "Yeah."
Q: "?"
A: "..."
Yeah...
There it is.
It's just fuck. I can't feel nothing but it. Fuck and some sort of rage. And a pit of... Nothing? Despair?
It just doesn't change, you know? It just doesn't. It's the same as it always was. I've just learned to recognize it. To live with it. But it doesn't change. Not in it's core.
I'm trapped.
Everything can just go fuck itself.
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