Petty charades. Petty games. What’s with all the sins. Why is life a game? What’s with the torment? Why is everyone for it? I’ve had it with their *******. And with having nothing no matter where I find to sit. Life feels like eternal suffering with breaks of calm or content. This is the worst torment because it never ******* ends. So as I muster up the courage to feel the sting of the blade, I’ll hope I never come back again because all life is, is petty ******* games.