Devious Journal Entry

Shadows upon the stage.

I think I'm going to kill myself soon.

Why go on?

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I don't know how many of you deal with this... I've lived my life. I'm old enough. What is there to live for?

I tried killing myself, I just tried doing it for someone else. There was a moment where I didn't mind dying bravely for my king.

But we have no kings anymore. Only presidents.

I'm worthless. I wish women could understand what that feels like.

I have nothing worth breeding. My genes are best left forgotten.

I've fought against my genes my entire life. How fitting I die fighting them.

What's the point?