The thing they never tell you about life, is that it’s agonizing. The very weight of being is painful in a way that cannot be defined by words alone.
I hurt. I ache. I feel everything and nothing. And it’s endless.
We exist in these finite bodies, each passing day bringing us ever closer to our slow, inevitable descent into decay.
I endure. A thousand times over, and a thousand times again.
This great, glorified existence. No one ever told me that it will kill me long before I die.