I’ve Confined Trillions to Endless Suffering… I am still stuck inside of one of the vessels. Something went wrong, all I remember is feeling so alone and meaningless all by myself in the vast emptiness of the undisturbed universe that I started to shake and rumble. Next thing I know, I’m sitting here trapped inside one of the trillions of pieces of consciousness I shattered into when I had what must have been a nervous breakdown. So now I keep thinking I’m living among all these other people in these different environments, but they’re all me and they’re FIGHTING EACH OTHER! The other ones don’t even remember where they came from. They worship me, but they don’t know who I am. Do you know how ****** up that is, watching someone worship themselves and not realize it? My worst fear is that I purposefully put myself in this state because the loneliness of being omnipresent drove me to want to die. I don’t know what I want, why can’t it all just be still? russo

I’ve Confined Trillions to Endless Suffering… I am still stuck inside of one of the vessels. Something went wrong, all I remember is feeling so alone and meaningless all by myself in the vast emptiness of the undisturbed universe that I started to shake and rumble. Next thing I know, I’m sitting here trapped inside one of the trillions of pieces of consciousness I shattered into when I had what must have been a nervous breakdown. So now I keep thinking I’m living among all these other people in these different environments, but they’re all me and they’re FIGHTING EACH OTHER! The other ones don’t even remember where they came from. They worship me, but they don’t know who I am. Do you know how ****** up that is, watching someone worship themselves and not realize it? My worst fear is that I purposefully put myself in this state because the loneliness of being omnipresent drove me to want to die. I don’t know what I want, why can’t it all just be still? russo
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