Morimens: Mind in Death Cries <夏に聴>

I stopped pretending to care a long time ago.

Why?

Because people are walking landfills—overflowing with lies, self-delusion, and the desperate need to be seen as something more than the rotting flesh bags they are. Everyone's playing a role, trying to convince themselves they're different, they're special, they're worth something.

But they're not.

And when you accept that truth, life gets a hell of a lot easier.

Being an Asshole is Just Efficiency

See, most people waste energy. They smile when they don't mean it. They nod through conversations they don't care about. They fake empathy for people they wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.

But I don't.

Why? Because I respect the game too much to play it wrong.

If someone spills their life problems at me like I'm their personal dumpster? I remind them I'm not a therapist.

If a coworker asks me for "just a small favor" that clearly benefits them more than me? I charge interest.

If a stranger bumps into me and expects me to say "sorry" even though I wasn't at fault? I stare at them until they feel uncomfortable enough to apologize first.

And the best part?

They never fight back.

Because deep down, they know.

They know they're weak.

They know they're fake.

They know that if they push, I'll make them look in the mirror and see exactly what they are.

Trash.

The Game of Social Dominance

Most people walk through life begging for approval, wearing the mask that gets them the least resistance.

Me? I force people to reveal their real faces.

I tell someone their "passion project" is boring just to see if they actually believe in it or if they're just cosplaying ambition.

I call out the nicest person in the room just to watch them crack the moment they don't get validation.

I let people expose their own hypocrisy by pushing them into contradictions they can't escape.

And the result?

They break.

Some stammer, some fume, some shut down entirely. The ones who deserve to exist push back—but they're rare.

Most?

They just fold.

The Only People I Respect

Don't get me wrong. It's not that everyone is useless.

There are a few—a handful in the landfill—who actually get it.

They don't beg. They don't play pretend. They don't flinch when I test them.

They see the trash for what it is.

And those people?

I don't treat them like garbage.

I treat them like rivals.

Like real players in the game.

Like people who understand that being an asshole isn't cruelty—it's clarity.

Because when you strip away the lies, the masks, and the meaningless noise, there's only one truth that matters:

Trash World, Trash Rules.

So play accordingly.

You ever notice how the people who are supposed to help you are the same ones making sure you never actually leave their grasp?

The mental health industry doesn't heal. It sustains.

It doesn't cure. It maintains.

It doesn't want you better. It wants you profitable.

And the worst part? They do it elegantly.

The Soft-Kill System: Destroying You With Kindness

If they were obvious villains, it would be easy to fight back. But they don't come at you with knives.

They come with soft voices, reassuring words, carefully chosen phrases.

They come with prescriptions, diagnoses, treatment plans that conveniently never end.

And one day, you wake up realizing you're weaker than you were before you started.

Step 1: Turn Your Pain Into a Profitable Condition

You're not sad, you have treatment-resistant depression.You're not overwhelmed, you have generalized anxiety disorder with persistent stress-related symptoms.You're not tired, you have fatigue due to psychiatric side effects requiring medical adjustment.

Translation? You are never just "going through something." You ARE the condition now. And since the condition is chronic, the solution is lifelong.

Step 2: Medicate You Until You're a Ghost of Yourself

The first pills numb you just enough to make life tolerable.The second ones counteract the side effects of the first.The third ones exist because now your brain doesn't work without chemical input.

Eventually, you're chemically dependent—but not enough to die. Just enough to never fully live.

They don't want you to jump off a bridge.

They want you to stay on it, standing still, forever looking down.

Step 3: Convince You That Fighting Back is Delusion

You want to stop medication? That's just your mental illness talking.You want to leave therapy? That means you're not well enough to be without it.You question the system? That's a paranoid episode.

They erase your ability to resist. Because if you fight back, they can diagnose the rebellion itself.

The Slow Death: How They Kill You Without Pulling the Trigger

You don't die fast.

You don't OD dramatically in a hospital bed.

You die in pieces.

Your metabolism slows down. You gain weight. Your heart strains.Your energy disappears. You wake up tired, go to bed exhausted.Your emotions dull. Not sad. Not happy. Just… gray.Your body weakens. The side effects creep in—brain fog, tremors, joint pain, digestive issues.

And one day, you realize your body doesn't belong to you anymore.

It belongs to them.

The Lie of "Healing"

If the system worked, why are so many people still in it?

Why do patients get sicker over time, not better?

Why do new disorders keep appearing—conveniently requiring new treatments?

Because there's no incentive to heal you.

There's no money in cured patients.

There's no control in independent minds.

The goal was never to save you. The goal was to keep you on the leash.

And if the treatment slowly destroys your body?

If you get sick enough to need more medication?

If you eventually break down under the weight of it all?

They'll call it a tragedy.

They'll say "mental illness is so hard to manage."

But they won't say they designed it this way.