i'm plummeting further into this deep, dark decemeber and any means of escape are now beyond hopeless.
by no means would any form of escapism ever suceed, for optimism isn't the key.
there is no key - no fundamental answer, no truth, it's all just a work of elaborate, putrid fantasy.
nothing exists anymore, my mind is gone, it's exhausted, done with, the once magnificent thoughts that filled my brittle mind have now jaded and come to be nothing but empty memories.
everything is so dark and serious these days, reality has become a tedious and demanding chore. it used to be my lifeline - now it's the cause of the vacancy that fills my heart, the grounds of my futile bitterness and cynicism.
why did i ever want to grow up?