Fuck you and your view. You burn us ants beneath you for pure enjoyment. And you. Fuck you for holding such an envy of their power. Fuck you for being so hollow and transparent and hopeless and miserable. And you there, fuck you for settling so inconveniently. And fuck you, the person I don’t know, that planted the idea in my head that this wouldn’t haunt me at all. That this was easy to escape.