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with me, when i try, i achieve. i wanted to learn martial arts, so i tried, and now i'm an expert. i tried to learn the art of illusions, getting quite good at that too... parkour? when i tried to do it i learned to do it. for the longest time i had the immortal complex where no matter what anybody said to me it didn't mean anything to me and i'd laugh it off. but everything just chisels away at you, and over time you grow old, weathered, tired, weak, you chip away, until you're either dead or you wish you where. the thing is, i was a mountain, but there were so many people hitting me so hard in the feels that i became a small hill.
i'm tired now.
i don't want to will anything.
and yet i want the world.
i know i can be anything.
but i'm too tired to try.
this is what really gets me down.
and yet what keeps be going forward.
why do i do this to myself?
with me, when i try, i achieve. i wanted to learn martial arts, so i tried, and now i'm an expert. i tried to learn the art of illusions, getting quite good at that too... parkour? when i tried to do it i learned to do it. for the longest time i had the immortal complex where no matter what anybody said to me it didn't mean anything to me and i'd laugh it off. but everything just chisels away at you, and over time you grow old, weathered, tired, weak, you chip away, until you're either dead or you wish you where. the thing is, i was a mountain, but there were so many people hitting me so hard in the feels that i became a small hill.
i'm tired now.
i don't want to will anything.
and yet i want the world.
i know i can be anything.
but i'm too tired to try.
this is what really gets me down.
and yet what keeps be going forward.
why do i do this to myself?