silly rabbit, do you want to die?

Wow. This. It's like being naked in the dark or drunk on December. It might matter, but we keep cirling the sun. More diversions from our natural state. I'm always so severely upset and in contemplation of things past, I realise that life is progressively getting worse, like my confidence. I want to be reminded every five seconds that someone actually likes me and that I’m going somewhere pleasent in life but it's stupid, because no one cares, there is no real cure for existential angst, you just... suffer from the deprivation of core human needs, like a nervous actress or a psychotic pilot who never feels respected or loved.