Sunday night

It's difficult to describe the emptiness.  I feel like I'm a million miles away.  Watching things happen like it's a move and not really happening to me.  I'm not sure how I got here.  I don't want to do anything.  And I don't see it changing.

Friday night

Friday nights used to mean relaxing, and enjoying time away from work.  Now it just represents the start of about 60 hours of being in bed. Bed doesn't give me comfort anymore. Not unless I get some sleep.

I don't know that I'd be any better with people.

The best month

I've always thought of October to be the best month of the year. The leaves change color. It cools down so you can wear sweatshirts. Apple cider. Football.

I haven't left the house since Friday night.  Was aperfect weekend out. But I mostly stayed in bed.  There's nothing to do. Nobody that wants to see me.  I'm alone. And i really wish i were dead.

First evil

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