In a world devoid of emancipation, life leaves too many question marks.

If I don't care for myself, I can't care for others. That spurns another query - if I say I care, is there two of me? One a caring sociopath, devoutly set upon pleasing all and sundry; the other a blanket psychotic, eager to destroy everything, everyone, and ultimately myself. Do I care? The words choke me up.

I need to destroy. I need to destruct. I need to implode, and contain my suffering into a supernova concentrated on only me.

I need to be alone.