Independence Day

Thanks for your POV, now I know that I somewhat depend on persons and things to keep me going. I depend on my pills too much to keep me awake, I depend on em to get me to sleep. I depend on my pals to keep me alive, socially, that is, and I depend on them to complete my day. Come to think of it, I never was an island ever since that day, you know... that "day." Thanks fer everything, pals and pills.

"I'm all through as a human being. All you're looking at is the lingering memory of what I used to be. The most important part of me, what used to be inside, died, and I'm just functioning by rote memory."

You know, when the excitement is gone, how can you be motivated to do something? I've done almost all of the things that a boy could do in life, been there, done that. What more should I look forward to then? World weary, indeed. Everything is bland to me; I sometimes imagine that everything is in black and white, there's no color to anything anymore.

But everything'll work itself out, eventually. I've already prepared for this, everything will fall into place in time, and time is the only factor that I cannae manipulate. I'm just hoping that this waiting game doesn't kill me first.

C'est la vie!