Sometimes I just write for no good reason

It’s hard to think at the moment–too much circuitous reasoning about what to do next.

It’d be nice if there was a clear path.

But, then again, no. The reward is in the discovery.

I don’t know. I just don’t want to die alone.

But I will.

thoughts on the past–what it is and why it hurts.

I hate link farms. They’re for sucks.

this is what life is