a lost man.
i looked back at all my old journal entries from the beginning to the end, what i thought was a blessing has become a nightmare. you are reading the lj of a broken man. a man who once was a boy, a boy who lived life, now a man who drifts through the days and sleepless nights living vicariously through memories of when he was a boy. there will be no recovery, no reconciliation, and no reincarnation. stagnant like a swamp in a state of complete disbelief. it has been the steady deterioration of a man one blow at a time until the finishing move like so many levels of mortal combat. dying inside until the only thing left is the memories held onto so dearly. miss it.