(049) no reason to go back

but who am i to want what i can't have? behind the sadness of every day lies a full echo of constant furthering regret. those in debt seek out their unknown origins while carrying their compasses in their back pockets. yep, futility reigns supreme in the minds of people like me. no reason to go back over my lines and stutter, hoping they'd make a difference because they wouldn't. the only way to escape from my future is to give it up. i can't focus anymore. it's all distraction. their ignorance foreshadows their destiny. my time will come, and i'll be ready. there's nothing left to chase after.

society is based upon fictionalized ideas. i need out. i believed them when they said i'd feel better. their god doesn't exist, but neither do their souls. "keep watching," she said. "don't lose track of where you're headed yet. it's beyond your darkest fears, but don't worry because it won't matter." i used to exist. what happens next?