Interesting choice of words.
Do the world a favor, and just kill yourself already…
See, I have done just that, exactly that. It feels quite nice, although I’m not sure if I’ve done the world a favor as much as it is a favor that I have done for myself.
It is comforting to know that those true colors were exactly as I saw them. Better alone than in bad company indeed.
By bad company, I mean myself of course…
Something wicked this way comes.
I see infinity before me.
I return to the cosmos from whence I was spawned. This form is ill-suited for such essential building materials. Hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen.
A star ceased to shine.
Return to sender.
It appears that I am something else. Life is full of surprises, and it appears to never be too late to pull a fast one on you. It is what it is, and it will be what it will be, and that seems to be the end of it. Perhaps the end of me as well, which is not a particularly terrible thought. The end of me as I know it.