I don’t want to do anything but I do want to defeat this monster. This fucking monster, my psychosis, ” “, the man behind the mask, pulling the strings. I want to murder him.

Fucker.

I am so motivated. I’m motivated to bring about justice for myself.

It never ends well. For me. That much should be obvious.

I don’t get any happy endings.

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