So notihng is coming through. I have no new achievements to speak of. I took a few steps forward and was suddenly, with profound force, slammed backwards.
I really want to just speak of general life, the artistic view of things, if you will, but I just can't seem to get to that place. All that is ever on my mind now is regret, guilt, loss and lonliness. Everything feels so empty, if there is any feeling at all.
So why this explosive, demeaning world with euphoric highs becoming fewer and farthur between?
...
