I want to jump: over the moon

"I gotta get outta here -
It's like i'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse"

I actually do.
I finally know what it's like.
I feel more insignificant than I thought was possible in the first place.
But I guess that that is where I went wrong: assuming that feeling insignificant is finite, whereas it actually isn't. Insignificance is infinite and realising this, makes my heart and soul cringe.

Who needs enemies when they've got 'friends' like you anyway?
I hate love.
I actually hate it.

It's the only thing in the entire essence of existing that is worth hating. The only thing I am capable of hating.



Thank you very much.