nothing in my life really has any significance to me. i feel more alone than ever, outlook very bleak. i don’t feel real. perhaps i feel too real. i see behind the veil now. i traded my sanity for freedom. i fail to express myself in ways that matter. my hopes and dreams died long ago. this is my digital obituary. my haunting grounds. i don’t feel tangible. my presence is faint. i am a ghost.
i'm reluctant to give up. i don’t know why i’m still here. something keeps telling me to stay, to persist.