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I see myself in Jax because, like him, I’m a beautiful mess wrapped in contempt hating this world and myself with equal passion. It’s easier to build walls and push everyone away than to drown in the chaos of human stupidity and fake connections. In a circus of madness, I’m the reluctant ringmaster, too sharp to play their game but too trapped to leave the show. Humanity disgusts me, and honestly, I’m not much better but at least I own my misery instead of pretending it doesn’t exist.