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The walls are closing in, and there's nothing you can do. Do you trust that world outside the windows and beyond the doors? Everything seems so shady. I take a spoon and dig at my brain like ice cream. It prevents me from thinking, from feeling. I've been numb before, and let me tell you; there is no greater misery than not caring if you die or not. I rather be suicidal. Rather have the hatred of the devil and Hitler than the indifference of a cat. Love? It's possible. Destruction or worship, it's all black and white any way I see it. It's the gray areas that scare me.