Randomness213213

There is nothing any more. No love, no hate. Just a burnt out voice-box, bloodstained eyes, and a lack of reason to go on. The best bet, aside from slitting the only vein that matters, is going to bed. Nobody will read this, and nobody will acknowledge it's existence in 20 days, much less 20 years. We will all die alone, I won't be the first nor last.