I am here. Alone.
I am with people, sure, but they are no more a help to me than a knife to the throat.
I am alone and doomed.
I saw Him.
We met. Yesterday, to be exact.
I read the stories. I watched the videos.
Then we met. He doesn't seem to like me.
I threw a bag at Him. It hit Him as if it had just hit a wall, and He didn't seem to enjoy that too much.
Not at all.
Now here I am.
I have no recollection of what happened yesterday.
I am alone with my own thoughts and they are killing me.
I am pretty sure they aren't the only ones.
I need to get out but I cannot.
Well, the end is nigh. That's for sure.
Fuck this shit. I am out. I am going to find out more about this.
Hope to post again soon. Peace.