The reason I have to die is because I don’t want to fit into the world anymore, like a f****** final Fantasy villain, I want to burn it all to the ground to spite everyone. And I refuse to let myself sink that low. I’m better than that at least. I’m smart enough to know that It’s not anyone’s else’s fault they don’t understand me, it’s my fault for expecting them to try, or believing I’m entitled to being understood in the first place. I’m an other.
