InsaneJournal

Current mood:	Long since gone
Current music:	hummmmm

I'm not crazy...
...just a little unwell. Trying to keep a reign on myself, but I'm still depressed. Why am I in this body, if all I'm here for is to suffer?

If I would allow myself, I would offer this body in sacrifice to the Old Man, as I am eventually going to do, be it tomorrow or ten years from now. But not yet; not yet. It's not time for that yet.

Shut it off. I must shut it off, or it will destroy me. My path is here, now - and it is to be walked alone. The universe is dark and terrible, and it goes on forever, so far as we know...and what is left us, in the end, but our choices? Blood and fire be my fane...for I find no sanctuary in humanity, save the few I've chosen to call friend.

Who would choose to tread this path I've found? And who, having trod it, would advise optimism? For I am very old, and bitter, with a heart long gone cold.

I should sleep, before I do something even more unfortunate than what I've already done.