no you don’t have to listen. i can’t make you listen. i can’t make you do anything. but you can watch. you can watch me fall apart, you can watch me scratch at the scabs and gnaw through the callouses. you don’t have to listen, but you can watch how i disassemble, how i grieve, how i mourn, how i choose to no longer breathe. you see watch me struggle through every move, every step, the agony of getting out of bed, out the door, into the world. you can watch how i strive for oblivion, for anarchy, for entropy, for collapse.