"How do I recognise you if you're so selfless? How do I comfort you if you put yourself in the line of torture for people's sake? How are you still alive if you want to be dead so bad? There is no self, no comfort zone and no will of life within you, yet you are still here, fighting for things that aren't worth fighting for. What's your purpose? To be a hero for people who can't even recognise you? To be a living proof of something that still strives even though the desire to die is eating your mind? What is it? How are you still breathing the air of hell you created? How long will you keep this kind of living? Putting others before yourself? You are not a good guy, you've killed people, you've made someone stayed in the hospital longer than you could ever imagine, you've made stab wounds, you've fucked women and dumped them out of the sidewalk, you've fire a bullet to someone's brain. What are these act of kindness, then? An effort to repent your sins? You even still hate God, what kind of dumbarse you are to repent while you still hate the celestial himself? What are these act of selfless bullshit you've been playing for the past couple of years? What the fuck are you aiming? Who the fuck are you? WHAT ARE YOUR FUCKING INTENTIONS, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?!"

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

4 April 2021. Madness.

Pic credit:

Simone Secci 
Camila Quintero Franco

Thiébaud Faix