How far can one plumb the depths of despair before he finds himself in the realm of madness?
Getting really tired of this.
But ah, it was in that dark little pit that I remembered my purpose. A purpose I’ve been blind to these past few years and haven’t been doing a great job of. I need to rectify that immediately.
But I’m not sure if I’m already too late. Am I?
Well it doesn’t matter. “I” am no longer important; my purpose is. I just hope that I’ll be able to do some honest good out of it.
You probably have no idea what the heck I’m going on about. That’s alright.
Just chatting with myself.
Just facing my inner demons.