you wish, "haha", that's only a lie you created as a way to cope, to cope with your shitty little miserable life, you know that isn't true, you know it isn't, and yet you choose to believe it because what you do know is that this is the last thing keeping you on this godforsaken earth, and what you also do know is that you're not too "based" for such things, you're just a coward, a coward who's afraid whatever's on the other side might be worse than what he has now and therefore he makes himself suffer through this seemingly eternal slog due to his fear of such things
