Your reality perceived past the event horizon is a truth distorted.
Your soul resides in the very escape mechanisms that put you there in the first place. A tunnelvisionaire claiming to have seen the world. Yet it's definite proof to how confided you remain in your own perceived reality.
The arrogance that resonates from the words you write is written with ink which consists of pethetic.
Your own tears flow more free than you will ever be.
How does that truth make you feel?

You are a prisoner, self-proclaimed victim. You clipped your own wings and started crying how you'll never fly again. The true horror is that others sympathize with you, show you the mercy you ache for and thus confirm that your unhealthy needs and distorted reality remain the place for you to be. How does that truth make you feel?

I for one am disgusted.