a late day.

soon you'll realize how meaningless and tart your existence is, to the point where the anger and feelings of moral outstanding build up inside of you until you go into a loop of insanity and guilt, with those emotions clawing at your mind for an outlet, and yet society offers you none other than its targeted ignorance and apathy at the failure that is your body, mind, and soul, and you look at yourself and wonder what it's all there for, why you haven't wrapped a garbage bag around your head, went to bed, and gotten it over with, and then as you think about this you'll think about your own mortality, and you'll come to understand what consciousness in this world truly is: a garbage pit of disgust and mistrust for all who seem to care about you at any level beyond just having your company and distracting them from their lifelessness, for you've truly become all the filth that you've absorbed all these years, and all that comes to your mind like the bullet you'll crave so much after you realize that all the people you consider acceptable, all those who consider you "friends and family," and all that you've interacted with in this meaningless cascade of reality, are nothing more than automatons, who like yourself, spread their mental disease all over humanity while contributing nothing but the continuation of their degenerate orgy until their society kills them or they kill themselves with the time they've used up so carelessly.

and that will be your legacy