So this guy hated where he was in life for quite some time, he lost his family, banished to nowhere land where plastic built the people, lost in a world where nothing really existed. He began to fear nothing was real anymore.
A woman came and swept him off his feet, made him feel loved, made him feel great, and he did more than was in his power to make sure she felt that way too.
It started failing again. Once he knew it was done he decided to make sure it never happened again, made himself the person everyone thought him to be anyways just for the night, but that night was supposed to be his last… so he thought….
Turns out this one sided Romeo and Juilet ending hadn’t stopped yet, turns out he didn’t take enough of the poison, turns out the poison made him stop crying, turns out he wanted the poison to make where he was unimportant.
For the next month he went through the pains of catching evil red handed, turned the other cheek, and went back home on his own accord. Unfortunately when he left the land of plastic he also left the poison, and knowing this he decided to gather enough poison potion to last a few weeks in order to slowly remove himself from its grasp, to remove his need or desire for it.
When back in the land of the living he was even closer to his pain and he knew he had to stop using his poison before the medicine killed the patient, but the patient was going to pull his own plug soon anyways.
Well my friends, just after he signs off he will take the last of his potion and prepare for his last day of evil eyes and attitude as he stops ignoring and lets life shine at him with all it’s reflection of his failures. Tonight is the end of sanity….
Fuck….
