I don't want my freedom.
I'm tired of it.
It's done nothing but allow me, and enable me, to harm others.
I shouldn't have been granted freedom again, not at 5 years old, and not at any time thereafter. I should have remained incarcerated and controlled, or been mercifully euthanized.
That is a simple fact of reality and the objective truth.
I really shouldn't apply this to anyone else, but geee,
I do feel deeply and darkly. And these are the emptions that rip a hold of me, and I have to accept, and chose not to succumb to. On an ever-present basis. Like almost constantly throughout consciousness, and even in my nightmares.
If I can cope this well. I don't know... I don't think I am coping well enough, and sometimes I feel like I am failing. Others aught to consider moderating their behavior for the good of the species, and the planet, the mother earth, Gia, all the interconnected bits of her which create a whole, which is dying a horrible death, which I value more than our singular species. On a personal note.
My anger is probably rightful, but I almost don't care about reason anymore. It's a fucking struggle my friends. Look at what my freedom has allowed me to put out into the world, type, and communicate, pain. And death.
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