The Truth About Life

And so I walk.

Through all or nothing, paths unwind toward wherever I wish to go.

But now I've run out of places to be.

It's not hard to understand. The road of life ends. Insanity, anger, and sickness, whether mental or not, stops us all. Early, late, whenever it hits, it's your fate. Young or old, you feel it surging. It helps you, it hinders you; It makes you alive, it gets you killed; you die from it, you die WITH it. It's there.

The great depression felt is a prologue to what comes later. You're down, you're out, there's nothing in the world left for you. That's what you think. It's only the beginning of a life you'll live to HATE. And then the wheels in your mind turn, only for a slight second, just to get your hopes up.

"Things will be better."

No, they won't.

You're fucking FINISHED, man. You're done.

And the gears stop. Forever.