Its inevitabllity has existed since our beginning and yet, we fight against it with all our strength. We do it for friends, for love, for this ideal that we have something worthwhile to share with the world, but I have none of those. What happens when our wills are exhausted and we feel there's nowhere else to turn..? We turn to faith? To hope? It's these concepts we cling to out of fear and sorrow. but what happens when the fear dissipates? The sorrow lingers; it festers...Until it consumes everything.

Though we're born into this world full of life, there's only one thing we all must do, without exception. All purpose I had is gone. I'm a hack. No onewill ever truly love me. People just say what they think will cause them the least guilt at night. I have no more guilt, or purpose, or reason. I have no more apetite, or tears...Only sorrow. No one can love that. No one would want to...

I don't blame them. I don't blame you. Here I am, teetering on the brink of clarity and confusion, coomplimenting myself because no one else will. Feigning relevence when I'm really just a hack. Hating myself and knowing it's all my fault. You smile and agree, because it's true... Thank you. you're the one person I always needed. Don't blame yourself. We both know it's just me.