I know why reality will crumble.

I read all your shit..it's all bullshit. All lies,so many..everywhere..
I can't even begin to tell you how irritated I am.

I am having a meltdown, yet I do not allow myself the luxury of such a thing..because no..no fucking rest for the wicked.
I have nobody to talk to..not one human who even begins to understand me..or even gives a shit. I am constantly bothered by bills..I never get rest. I know who god is, and it's not somebody who I fucking pray to..
Maybe someone I prey on.

I hate the world.