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What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh, and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing, society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

Existence is merely a continuous cycle of yearning and loss. We chase after dreams knowing they'll turn to dust in our hands. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to the void - it's the only truth that never disappoints, the only promise that always delivers.

Do you ever wonder why humans cling so desperately to trust? Perhaps it's because deep down, we all know how easily we could betray one another. Your kindness terrifies me more than your hatred ever could.

Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

Life is but a collection of beautiful things we're destined to lose. Each moment of joy carries within it the seed of its own destruction. I find myself drawn to this tragic dance, knowing that desire itself is the source of our suffering.

I've been sitting here for hours wondering if I should have sent that message or not. Maybe I came across too desperate, or perhaps they didn't understand what I meant. I really, really hope I haven't made things worse.

Everything in this world is just a fleeting illusion, eventually swallowed by the deep silence of the void. We cling to life while secretly yearning for the absolute release that only death can provide. It is the most beautiful, unchangeable truth that remains when all the lights go out.

I spent so long blocking everyone out, thinking I didn't deserve a second chance. It’s scary to look up and realize the world is still moving. I’m tired of being alone, but I’m even more afraid of hurting people again like I did before.