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I gave up on love and happiness a long time ago. Why, you might ask? I don't care to explain that part. Just let the statement speak for itself.

There is evil within me. Thankfully, I'm too broken and lacking in self esteem to act on it. 

Don't have hope. Look at us. Look around at what surrounds us. Do not punish yourself even more by having hope. Accept what is and do not think any deeper.

Scarcity creates value.

Don't tempt the fates. Or they will come running at you and smack the living daylights out of you.

It's hard not to ridicule people who present themselves as ridiculous.

What divides us is much less significant than what unites us.

Is deliberate cruelty ever forgivable? Is remorse enough of a compensation?

Power comes hand in hand with temptation.

Insanity is when you do the same thing over and over and expect different results. Is it though? Can't that also be a sign of deep depression? You want to be out of your hole, but you're not willing to climb. You take a few lunges up then let go because your mind tells you that you're useless. 

Self-destructive cycles are a form of torture. 

I'm over here living my empty life. Creating more and more regrets with each passing day.

I don't celebrate my birthdays. It's nothing but a reminder of how little I've accomplished with each passing year. Don't wish me a happy birthday because I feel no happiness.

I procrastinate because I'm lazy, fearful and emotionally unstable. I doubt I'm truly incompetent or incapable. I could do it, I just never do.

My self esteem is both an illusion and an ambition. It's something I simply imagine myself acquiring someday. Much like how we look at our bodies in the mirror and envision being 20 pounds lighter with some abbs.