Chapter Six

I am lost in this fog of immortality. I am tired of this mindless consumption of entrapment. I have accepted the truth, yet I’m still not over it, and now I feel as though I’m counting the days until I am no longer existent. I am not suicidal, at least not anymore, but I am trying to find more to life than this misery and dejection. I am honestly trying, I really am and no one can tell me otherwise. The only bad thing is that whenever I think that things are going well, I get trapped and tortured again with the penalties of my past.