Nowhere
Malnutritioned with life's boredom... Every day I sit and watch people
die, forced to wonder what was the point to their life. Makes me wonder
what is the point to my own.
Where are we all going? Nowhere? Food for thought, my only sustenance
right now.
What comes next? I really need to know so badly I'm tempted to end it
all right here just so I can find out. But I must have... patience?
All in good time?
Time deepens wounds, lets the poison spread, the symptoms manifest
increase.
Better to die now and preserve something of myself for me. People are
all take take take, and where does it get them?