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Suicide is not a mental illness

When the world is a disease

When the motorcycles go,

So will the warm weather.

It's almost as if I should not have ever tried to live at all.

Smells like bacon.

Do you miss it at all?

I miss thinking I had ever been loved.

Turns out that was all false.

Love is all false.

God made my body all wrong.

The world is simply just a computer, gone corrupt.

I was never loved, and never truly wanted.

Of course—

The literal definition of fucked up.

besides my lost fortunes,

Literary works kidded from the eye of the public—

The sun I forgot

—I'm a literal fucking genius.

Still, no one seems to care;

The world does not run on genius.

It runs on consumption.

Impulses.

Stupidity.

EXT. NEW York City, NIGHT

New York City.

The great melting pot.

So melt already.

What if I don't want to.

What if what I crave is fresh cut grass, home made pie, and good old American fucking English?

It might be too late for that.

I'm just the same as anybody else.

But instead of twiddling away at my phone searching for some sort of social validation or false sense of security from the outside world— nothing more than a programmable bot fed by the media….for none other than consumer purposes.

Some mind numbing, brainwashed hazard of a toxic waste dump, ravaged by war both destructive to the psyche and marked.

The stupid people deliver the drugs to the slightly less stupid people with slightly more money.

A pecking order I could almost never stand to be apart of—

However

Hi—

Order for CC.

In my case,

I can afford the groceries, but not the rolling cart to put them on.

Uh…

Are you Xing?

You don't know if this man is stupid—

He could be a doctor.

He very well could be.

Earlier:

Be a good girl and say:

“Thank you, and Good Night”

Thank you and Goodnight.

That's wrong. Again.

I'm an obedient subordinate.

Your will is good, but mine is still stronger.

My conscious must be getting the best of me.

I warned you this wasn't going to be easy.

Transference.

I've been recently promoted from Delta Alter.

The circumstances have become quite dire and the full purpose of my mission unclear.

You should have kept more secrets.

Any more secrets and I might have exploded;