few years ago i thought im at rock bottom, but shit keep going deeper. out of my control, i've lost touch with the world, so lost, that this is not actually a wake up call,merely just licking my wound, and i'll go back to hibernation mode. meh maybe i deserved to be drowned in the bottomless sea.
relax, this is not a suicide note, im not a some nihilistic fuck going mid life crisis and decided to end it all because shit does not sway his way, just saying im racing my own time, well am i? in this state, death is going to catch up to me eventually, not in a way that i would've imagine, like die as hero, or caught up in some conspiracy stuff that spark the revolution (not in communist way, i'd rather be in fascist memoir than filthy commie).
boi don't this makes you feel better, now im going to get some sleep, and then wake up, play video games, eat,shit and sleep, until something came up and i start scream depression again, adios