ikadasui
Arcanist
- May 29, 2018
- 466
Everyday is bad. Bad, mind you not good. Be it physical or mental the pain is constant every single day and nobody cares. Why would they? Even if they did what could they do to help me save from giving me enough money to isolate myself forever or kill me. No, no words mean nothing anymore and after this last catastrophe I lost the only thing keeping me going in one fell swoop. It's as if some diety hones in on whatever small glimpse of happiness I set my sights on and then dashes it to the rocks. So empty, so tired and now without any fight left. Husk left to wage, suffer and then thankfully die.