Whatever

It's the loneliness and the boredom that kills you. After so long, my spirit is withered and sad and my mind numb and deadened. I feel the weight of empty time pulling me into it's soft muffled depths and draining me of all my energy and life. Silence fills my head, ringing with regrets, what-ifs, private miseries, and snatches of television. Time passes, but as each moment is the same as the last, it makes no difference. The world must continue apace, somewhere, but I am no part of it, stuck in my coccoon of empty nothingness, the inertia of my plight growing alongside a steadily worsening apathy.

In other words, I need a life.