Hands up I surrender

I give up. On everything. Forget everything. I never existed.

I’m going to disappear now. And I don’t know if I will return. Or if I even should. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. And since I am too gutless to make that dream a physical reality, I’m going to commit spiritual symbolic suicide. And not exist *taps finger to temple* in here.

That’s where I have power. That’s where I can make or unmake reality. And that’s where I will pretend to kill myself. Because when it’s in your head, it really doesn’t matter.

I’m all in my head, so there you have it. I don’t matter at all.