I don't update much these days because I am without words and simply tired of everything. Don't know what to say to be funny and/or entertaining, and don't know what to do to keep myself interested. That foolish and unnecessary passing of a girl who used to be very close with me has got me questioning existential questions of life. Questions concerning my mortality. Questions on why we even exist and whether we serve any purposes on this stupid piece of shit flatland earth at all. Forgot what it means to be happy. And it's funny because on one hand, while the incident is suppose to serve a lesson to us to refrain from our senseless habitual use of drugs, now it just makes me want to do more to numb out the fucking pain. Hey... Maybe I'm just old, jaded, cynical and totally out of my mind. But losing your will to live also kind of means freedom. May consider hopping off a cliff later if I'm not too chicken shit but most likely I will be. Enjoy this oldie and peace out (hopefully for now).