perhaps if i jumped very high i wouldn't land. perhaps
there would be nothing left to land on.
i just don't know any more. is it really worth it after all?
i don't really think it is any more. no one I know seems to feel the same way.
am I alone? is any of this real? i wish i knew. i feel so insecure. i can't save something i feel so much for.
help me. someone. don't leave me here, on my own. all alone. i don't need people anyway, not any more.
under my skull is all i need. grey stretches ahead of me. an empty little job, an empty little life, an empty little death. that's all there is, after all. nobody cares when