A cold sterile warzone, cloaked in neverending darkness.

This is the world I currently live, and this is the world my soul is so desperate to leave.

Of course I know that all things die, I just never thought that she would die so soon. So brutally taken from me.

I am tired of not existing.

I want to know everyone, just as I want to know everything, but I'm unsure if I am worth knowing.

My first experiment in obtaining this new knowledge was a complete disaster, but it went better than I expected.

I am probably writing about loneliness, insanity, and death. Three things in this world I am most afraid of.

He gazed upon each line with his tongue exposed, as though he would digest the words with this eyes.

He threw the first punch, but he was skinny and brainless, so I was confidant I could take him.

Don't tell me it's infected.