telling someone you love them will always be like giving them a loaded gun and telling them to put it to your head and shoot when they’re ready.
i will always torture myself when the best decision to make is right in front of me. i think i love the pain of it all. the thought of my own suffering somehow became appealing.
this is a world where i can’t help anyone and i so desperately want to. to be a god would be the greatest burden conceivable but i would willingly take it on to save all my friends…all my family…everyone. i hate this existence.
Kids Without Country
The Art Of Fighting Without Fighting