I fucking hate your basic style of suicide. Zero-sum game, you're the only one to blame. I said I fear a lonely death but my death to loneliness is my only fear, I said. Blank apology - I would love to borrow three. But can I trust these cunts when I tell them 'promise me?' Such a fucking waste of time and space and air and taste and care and face and hate. // I'm just binary, just strings, just atoms, just pixels. So violently, ears ring, relaxing, I miss this. Go quietly, listen, I've captured the witness. Non-silently, it begins, old masters, new systems. // It seems so abstract how you don't believe me. Minute after minute I still get that feeling. It seems so abstract how you don't believe me. Minute after minute I still get that feeling. // CLIMB, CLOSE YOUR EYES, STAY CALM. EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN A FAILURE. EVER SINCE I'VE BEEN YOUR FAILURE. // Mental issues leave its scar tissues. As my theorems turn to deliriums. It's not a case of this or that or how or when or where or why or what or who. Counting backwards, when will I reach negative? Here's my confessions and don't redact the expletives. Not enough time is left - I'm blind and deaf and 50 seconds till I'm dead. // I'll never be a cunting failure. I'll never be your cunting failure.