What is fucking real

It’s absurd.

Lies and stupidity eating the carcass of this vile society from the inside out. I know I can’t be alone in this, but every where I look is more pain and disappointment.

I ask for help, nothing works. I choose my words carefully, they don’t listen. I explain my position, they shrug. I get frustrated; cry, yell, scream at them with all the energy I’ve been focused to not explode. They say , “okay.”

I’m afraid of what I’ll do. To me. To them. Someone else. By accident or on purpose, it won’t matter. Intent has never mattered.

So much has been ruined. Was it ever not in ruins?

The foundations built on limestone erode with a mild rain. Collapsing columns, wood and glass. Brittle as I am bitter.
The future is as immutable as the past, and though the direction of time is no illusion, the tyranny of the present crushes all opportunity to truly exist.