I've run out of the pills that have kept me alive for the past week. Advil. Phenocane. Gone. I feel like my jaw is slowly ripping out of my head.

There's also this strange feeling thats looming over me like heat lightning on a rainless day.I have a feeling that the pleasant life that I've once known is slowly slipping away from me. I keep having the same dream where I'm holding a silk scarf tightly in my hand as I walk down deserted streets. Puddles blackened from the grime of the city hinder my escape. From what, I have no idea. I seek shelter at the home of my comrades. Too late, they've already been taken over by... it. Their hands engulf me as I try to flea one last time. The scarf falls to the floor... And then I wake up.

In other words I am slowly but surely becoming more depressed as the days go by. My heart aches. With every heart beat I lose more of myself. I have begun to realize that I am fated to loneliness. The only one that seems to care does not understand my pain. I am not asking for help. I am simply exposing my feelings for the last time. I will no longer wear my heart on my sleeve, or at all.

Thank you for listening, if you did listen.