i dont know what to do. i can’t stop thinking about fnaf. i can’t stop thinking about the bite of 87, and the bite of 83, and the difference between each other. i can’t stop watching theory videos. i fell into the rabbit hole and now my life is fnaf. i want fnaf. i feel attraction towards springtrap. a dead man trapped inside a springlock suit. i dream about him. i have fantasies about him. i can’t take this anymore. i want to commit an act of homicide against my own human being at this exact given moment in space and time, that has now gone away, since, nobody can stop time, and time will always be there until the end of time, because one day, everything will end. because nothing in this place we all small grains of dust live in shall remain for an infinite amount of time, unless the theory of time being a thing on the great universe we live in is actually false and there is no thing such as “time” or “fortnite 11 dollars giftcard”, meaning that, this is all just a horrible nightmare, a big theater of disgrace, an unstoppable experience of torture for us small and pathetic human beings, being treated like mere pieces of bacteria by evil scientists that at this point of my theory shall be “the gods”, “the creators of the universe”, or “the creators of whatever we all meaningless pieces of nothing live in, in a never ending circle of sadness and nothingness, staring at a constantly ticking clock on our meaningless walls as we succumb to the weight of ourselves and the pathetic planet we live in