Seriously, I'm still fucking here. I've never left. I've been here for over a decade now, in the place where I am mentally. The others that I thought I shared this space with all left and moved on. Some regressed, others made something different. But the thing that unifies them is that they lost their fucking passion for it...It's entirely possible that they never had passion to begin with. Why is life such a fucking joke to some people? Other people matter, but not for the reasons you think they do. Your reality is fucking pathetic. I watched you crawl away, and at first I was afraid to be alone. But here I am, still here...I'm not really alone, but I am the wolf you should fear, because when you think you're safe and forget what you pretended to be, there I'll be.
Fairweather bullshit means nothing to me. You're either in it, or you're not. I create as much as I destroy, but you people don't create a fucking thing. WHAT A WASTE. I haven't seen some of your faces since 2002...is it out of fashion to feel something for others' creations? Or was your involvement based on nepotism and status? Are drugs more your speed? You make me sick.
I did not and will not dig the holes, but I will gladly push you in them. And when you ask why, maybe I'll throw something you used to claim to enjoy on the CD player, so you can hear it one last time before you die.
I'm still here. I've always been here. Never fucking forget that.
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