I don’t know how it is going to be tomorrow, but it should not be this, surely.

I haven't fully understood how broken this world is; over the past two years, I've noticed that everything feels transactional. Relationships are not based on empathy, mercy, affection, or justice. Instead, they depend on what you can offer and how you make others' lives easier. If you fail to do so, people turn against you. They don't see you as part of them; they mock, take you for granted, and eventually abandon you when you're at your lowest.

Now, I feel this strong urge to let go of everything- family, society, friends and to live in complete isolation.

If all of this is life, then this life is a joke.
It seems like a war, and unless we win it, we are in it forever and beyond.

Lately this is the feeling ;

Let us go where no folk dwell,
To some forgotten reach of earth
Where no man knows our name;
Where no familiar speech is heard,
Nor any tongue the same.
There let us raise a lonely house,
Bare to the wind and sky,
With not a neighbour at its side,
Nor watchful guardian nigh.
And should disease upon us fall,
Let no kind nurse attend;
No hand to smooth the fevered brow,
No voice to comfort lend.
And if at last we come to die,
As all men surely must,
Let no lament be raised for us,
No mourner haunt our dust.
Let silence be our only friend,
And solitude our own;
For some hearts carry griefs too deep
To suffer being known.

Ranting, fuck it.