The world continues to revolve upon its varying axis. The seasons continue to change in their own private cycle. Days pass and so do the nights, some more willingly than others.
The world is no darker a place. It just appears so. I am no more human or dead. I am alive, as I have always been, and shall continue to be. My life is monotonous, but it is mine and all I have left.
I stare out the window. My reflection stares back.
I am done.