I honestly look forward to the end of the world. I can't kill myself, so I need the universe to destory the world and take me with it. I have no money, no friends, no job, no lover, no self-respect, and no future.
Strangly enough this is the basis of a story I am writing. Yes, the deepest depression I have had in some time is the inspiration enough to get me writing again. I don't think there will be a happy ending to this story.
I also got into contact with an old friend of both me and DragonGate. He said something might have happen to her. I would argue the point, but she hasn't updated her blog in some time (note: I just checked Vox and it seems her page is down) and he might have a point. Until I know for sure, I am just going to assume that she is doing the right thing and is ignoring me. I know I should stop talking about her, but damnit I love her so much. I would walk through hell itself just to be with her.
Well, see ya' later!
Mood: Epicly Depressed
Music: "My Happy Ending" by Avril Lavigne
Book: (None)

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