disstroy

Yeah, life is good and sometimes it is bad. I don't really think there is a point, do you? So many theories are clogged up in my head. Sometimes I feel alive and dead.

I've been trying to make sense of nonsense. The places I used to visit the people I used to see now mean nothing to me, well, mostly. Each breath robs us of life and we press on regardless.

What choices should we have made? Which wrong turn saved us? There are no answers, only more questions.

Worthless....
Purchase...
Exit...