I woke up.... again.
I wish Iwould stop doing that, I wish to stay asleep forever so i wouldn't have to deal with...well, what the world has become now, a gaseous ball of shit that reeks of decay and lost hope. I want all of this to stop already, I know... i know i wished for the day to come every time i closed my eyes and sure i was elated that it had finally arrived but then i realized that the more this went on, the more i came face to bloody face with the conclusion that this is not what i wanted and that i had gotten more than i wished for. Now it's starting to loose its appeal and worth, if it has any worth, if worth was weighted by the body count outside then hell it's worth is greater than anything we can imagine. Can we imagine it? Can we imagine far worse suffering than this? Would we want to? From what I've witness and done... no i cannot imagine it. I also cannot imagine life will ever return to what it was before this. But there is hope, hope for me because tomorrow I will not wake up again.