My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not
hope for a better world for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape.
But even after admitting this, there is
no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude
me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself.
No new knowledge can be extracted from
my telling.
This confession has meant nothing.
I like Hawaiian pizza
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