Life is so very dull.
The only fun is in death it seems.
Maybe for me anyway.
I just don't know.
Everything is becoming more and more dull.
Even things I like doing.
I didn't think it possible but I'm becoming more empty.
Maybe it's just the way I feel right now.
I don't know how I should feel about it.
I guess I'll try to ignore it for now.
I still see my imaginary friend too.
In fact he's looking over my shoulder as I type this.
He's becoming more and more distorted.
Just like how J.C. used to look...well bad.
Only now this one will be following me everywhere.
The medicine isn't helping.
Neither did the therapy today.
I actually told him about it.
He just thinks I need more medicine.
Maybe I really do belong in some nut house.
Oh well I guess..
I wont be leaving anything behind.
My family and I...
Well I don't know how to put it.
It might honestly just be me.
If only I could bring myself to care.
I'm at the end of the light..
I'm going to go lay down..
Think about stuff..
I don't know..
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