"Today, all your dreams come true."
Everything falls apart. It's unavoidable, really -- like a crash course for destruction. One step forward and two steps back... Somedays I wake up and life isn't there to greet me. So I try and mend my sorrow and escape this maddening emptiness with the hollowness that consumes me. The very meaninglessness of my life -- such an ironic justification it truly is. Yet I feel unjustifiably betrayed right now. Deserved -- but even saying that fucking makes me sick. What a fucking disgrace. Think, and you might figure it out. No, there is no comfort here; I have no more emotion left. Feelings fade, people die. I am alone here... and I have nothing, no more.