I still don’t understand anything anymore. It’s a jumble of information packed into one small ball of chaos. Finally unfolding to reveal the true evil behind what will become Armageddon. I just sit and wait as I say. That’s all I ever do with my life anymore, just sit around and mourn. So let me just cross my legs and write more and more, that’s where my paradise starts anyways.
Is there really a point in time where something can swing by and help me? No, that’s not how the world works at all. Reality is a bitch and you guys know it. There isn’t necessarily anything more for me to spurt out of my mind. The ending of my book is here and it’s stressing me out just thinking about it.
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