I've been feeling... Dead as of late. Death may just be preferable, crontrasting to my normally light mood I find myself... Worthless. I am the scum of the earth... Matter's not the reason for which I feel this way (as there is none) I just... Do. Theres this ever-presence, of a luminocity unbearable, of my lack of purpose. My... Finiteness, if you will. The world just seems empty to me, and theres nothing I can do about it... The only objective feeling left is loathing. Loathing for self, loathing for others... And there is no vice to turn to, no medication for undo hatred for life and all things encompassed by it.
Needless to say, I am in a rather ill humour, there is no need to respond to my madness... I am quite accustomed to silence.