I feel that men's rights movements in particular wouldn't want me to have a life. It's funny how they always call people like myself delusional, when they're delusionally becoming carbon copies of eachother. In most cases, I'd just ignore them; I just feel stupid for ever expecting them to help, part of the same system that doesn't give a crap about me and keeps crippling my aspirations toward the void and away from their performative optimism. As I mentioned before, it's embarrassing trying to get like that when you know that it does nothing for your creative spirit. I can't bleed it into a soulless product, I don't even want to. Every "exit" is barred to something else or has already been mauled at by strange, foreboding creatures that try to claim themselves as another person's past; these goblins of commercialism.