I died a long time ago along with nintendo, Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny. All that is left is memories of myself. I'm living in a dream. I wish i was dead. Why torture me? I hate myself. I am so pathetic. My life is sinking, sinking, sinking into the ocean with my dreams! Oh lord I have no dreams left! They died too along with me. I look at myself and I hate the person I see. It isn't the same me. It just isn't the same. Nothing ever is.
Reason for writing:
A bad batch of mushrooms. Bummer.
Birth sign: Not entered
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