having an ever changing sense of identity, reality, humanity, coupled with the burden of my existence, the complexity, and stigma of my “evilness”  
life becomes too much to understand, let alone bear  
and the idea of sentience, all combined, its crippling  


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im a quiet borderline, I struggle with my identity all the time along with the meaning of life and death, I dont believe in any religions, instead I wallow in my own philosophies and dabble here and there...  
and its a disabling mix of thought  
I hope some of you understand my words, and find comfort in the fact you arent alone in this :)