The usual
It's my 21st birthday. This blog is almost 1 year old too in roughly less than two weeks.
An needs to start uploading to his channel so there's less reason for people to reupload his stuff, I think.
There's probably no time greater than today to die, what I thought to myself at any given time. It's incredible. It's ridiculously poetic. People have no idea how much I'm trying to build this up and how much things have built up, and every single person who have heard a vague idea of it are people who wouldn't take it seriously just because I don't cut my wrists. It is great.
I've clung to the things that are long gone, the things that kept me awake at night, the things that ate my soul and made my body rot. My sleep was not free from that even today, apparently.
There is nothing left for me to celebrate in this world. Those I admired are long gone, and humanity is at the end of era. Things can only ever get worse, and never in my life I wanted to be here as a witness. Over and over I prayed that I do not want to be the last to live. I guess it's really a mistake to make a child learn about the end of humanity over and over for eight years.