You're not wrong. Feels like we've already tipped past the point of no return. Everything's unravelling all at once—economic collapse, climate systems breaking down, wars brewing, diseases mutating faster than we can name them. And somehow, through all of it, people are still clinging to the same old hatreds: racism, misogyny, bigotry.
We're being ground down by a system that only serves the powerful, and when it finally crumbles, it'll be the rest of us tearing each other apart over rusted tins and patches of dirt that used to matter. And for what? A few more years of misery, trying to survive in a world that doesn't want us?
I'm tired. Properly tired. And I get it—this isn't life, it's slow-motion collapse. It's waiting for the final blow while pretending things can still be normal. Some of us just don't want to fight over scraps. I'd rather go now, head high, than die crawling through the ashes of what used to be called civilisation.
There's no heroism in enduring a world like this.