The Worst Breed of Human

Dead inside. That’s how I feel most of the time. Nothing appeals to my sensibilities and the world seems like a mundane, if not a thoroughly uninteresting place to live in. Secretly however, I hope for the extraordinary and I hope for hope. It makes me the worst breed of human because the bullshit of everything is evident to me, but I secretly hope it might not be so.

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