DEAD.

I don't klnow what to do, what to think anymore. Because I was made into flesh, made into human without choice, I have to oblige whatever fate I have to endure ahead of me. Sometime I feels like a robort, something which nobody would glance upon or notice my existance. I'm sick of feeling things, laughing because they all sounded so hollow, so disgusting right next to my ear. I can't satisfy myself nor others. I believe I truly lost it all-- all the will to live and breath. I'm just a stupor stump waiting for the angel of death to come. It is a long wait, a very long wait indeed.

I just can't see anything. I try to be optimistic. I know a person drowning won't think he'll survive. but in the end it will be otherwise. I think I'm somehow trapped. I just can feel the fathomless abyss of darkness surrounding me. But I can't see the end. I think I'm going to die.