Near Death

Fuck, it's been a lot. A lot to digest and to live. And since I don't really know how to express myself these days... That's right, I don't. I can't, don't know why. So how could I tell what had been going on if I can't even write? I couldn't. But you know what? Fuck this. I don't care anymore. I don't really care anymore. About anything. I've been watching some crazy shit and let me tell you, insane people are right, we shouldn't care. Or should we? Insane means they're not thinking right, right? Wrong. They're just different, you know? I'm different. And I don't care. Not anymore. I just want to live. Oh my fucking Cat, this is turning out horrible, I don't really know how to talk or write anymore. Motherfucking broken mind, fuck you. FUCK.

I'm dying.