I am Human Trash and everything I touch rots away like i wilk one day, my very existence is a cruel joke played on me by whatever sick entity runs this circus we call a universe, if they even exist, forcing me to suffer for years until I reach death, the bus that takes you to the afterlife, assuming it exists And ill be Going To hell,that is if im not in it already, and if it doesnt exist Ill be sent into the deep abyss of nothingness, that being said, nothing matters and all things we know, and all things we love will be erased someday. Oh also I animate