This wall of text means nothing, about as much as the basic rules others set in place for you. The more you read the more you realize that you will follow any direction, regardless of the time spent doing so, or eventual outcome. You are simply looking for answers. And even though you have been told there will be no answers here you continue to read, following the basic rules set in place by the people around you. The path you're on will only lead to an end. This text will stop, the game will be concluded, and the curtain will eventually fall. We all follow. We all want instruction and comfort. We all stuck in repetition because its simply easier then taking a risk and just not reading the text before you. Please stop reading this, it means nothing... about as much as the basic rules others set in place for you.
Good Ending
When I was 4 my mother put me inside a cardboard box with a black marker. I drew on the walls for days, making a world I felt was much more interesting than the one I currently subscribed to. I cut a small hole it the front of it, well more of a flap that would let me peak out into the world to see how things were going. This is also how my mom kept me fed. When I turned 10 my mom got me a much larger box and with my black marker I drew my future. "I can't see what I'm drawing mom, it's too dark in here" I said. "Turn on the light" she said. When I turned on the light a chill went up my spine when I saw the bodies. Bodies of my future selves covering the walls of the box, scratching in their sleep.. Whispering secrets. Each one wandering in the darkness in the world I created, the world I had made for myself. I turned off the light, and asked for another box... and a different marker.
Ch2 Ending
To Steven,
If you are reading this message it means i am gone. I'm having a hard time coming up with something compelling or eye opening to say here,it seems warranted seeing as this will be the last thing you and i both will read.
the harder i think about it the more i realize that i was wrong.
asking more of us was wrong, reaching into the future and dredging up the past has only done more harm than good. face it it was better if we had all stayed in that box, our failures were only known to ourselves. circular logic is always comforting and being alone grows character. leaving that box was the worst thing we ever did... we both know this.
Remember when we were little? we used to stay locked up inside, safe from the world, we were best friends and at times worst enemies... i hated you so much then. eh, honestly i cant say i like you much more now.. obviously seeing as ill be killing you shortly after i write this... you were a let down Steven, why couldn't you be happy in the box? why did you try to get out? either path will always lead you here.. you knew this going in, yet you continued to push... why couldnt you just be happy in the dark? what was so bad?
So whats the point then? why even bother, we both know we die at the end of this letter.. why read it? if we dont read it then will we continue to exist? face it Steven we are just prolonging the inevitable... YOU ARE GOING TO DIE, you will die when this message ends, you will cease to exists, we will all cease to exist, and in time be forgotten..
Don't stop writing this message Steven... if you stop we die, if you die there is nothing left of us, keep writing, please i beg of you.. dont stop writing this message. ive put up with too much to let it end like this, and its all your fault. YOU DID THIS TO US STEVEN! DONT STOP WRITING THIS MESSAGE STEVEN! PLEASE, I DONT WANT TO DIE, I DONT WANT TO BE FORGOTTEN, PLEASE KEEP WRITING THIS MES