Just another vent, and more experimentation with stuff, although this sketch actually predates the other one by a few weeks... I just haven't gotten around to it until now.

I have so much time to think about things these days, but I often come back to my own situation and the general pointlessness of existence. People say things like "life is precious" and "things will get better", and frankly I find statements like these to be utter nonsense. Plus they always avoid addressing the pain I live with every day, as if it's perfectly fine to live an existence of suffering but dying is not okay.
I suppose I'm in a minority when it comes to that line of thought. And again, if it were somebody else having these feelings, I'd be right there trying to talk them out of it... or at least making sure they know the severity of the decision to end it; it's not something I take lightly, despite what you might think.
And yet, I'm still here. I really can't say I want to be here, but I'm here nonetheless. I'm just incredibly bored and could really use something to ease my weariness.

No telling what the future holds, of course, but the way things are going I find it entirely unlikely things will get better anytime soon.
At least I have cake.

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