And so it ends.
In the fallowing days that passed...
Nothing seemed to be real.
It was just a blur.
I always heard whispers of my name.
At first, everyone was worried.
But as time went on, they came to a conclusion.
I'm just a lost cause. And I'm crazy.
Soon after I started wondering when death would come for me.
I knew that because I wouldn't put anything in my body, it would eventually quit.
But I refused.
I kept pushing myself.
Thinking that maybe it would get better.
It didn't.
I wish I could tell you what had happened to me,
And what drove me to this point of insanity.
But the pain lingering in my my head is just too hard to comprehend.
