It's silly. Am I that thick?
Of course the world is a cold, dead place. I've come to think that I was silly to think otherwise. Silly to think that something more is possible. Silly to dare dream of a better time in a better place.
It's not going to get better.
We're going to keep denying everything.
The earth is not getting warmer.
We're not going to run out of oil.
We are not the main source of hatred.
I am a sane, competent, desirable individual.
It's all rubish. It's all in the trash bag that's leaning on the dresser that I am throwing out right now.
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