4th feb 2021

	the future's all chemical. i decided it years ago.
	they'll all die. why does it bother me now?
	now i'm free.
	i'll eat myself obviously
	but i can do this
	i need to escape this cycle
	i can get out, me.
	(i can't and it's over)
	everything came to pass obviously. sorry

	that's my sad ending note.
	there's nothing else to say.