@errante You will never be a nice poster. You have no whimsy, you have no joy, you have no delight. You are a irony poisoned wretch twisted by into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy one bottle of KVY, one roll of duct tape, one small to medium-sized hamster, one bottle of Detol, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.