The drive and the will have already been established. The only thing that remains now is to write out the truth and buy a gun. As soon as I get a place of my own, I can basically consider the both of those done and done. Funny… I never thought I would come back to this point, but never say “never,” I guess? To have dreams and ambitions wasn’t enough, I guess. At any rate, it’s good that I finally found out why I’ve been alone so long. The answer was right in front of me. Why now? Why couldn’t it have been sooner?
I wish I lived in a world where I didn’t have to talk. I wish I could be alone. And perhaps in death I can find both of those things. Silence and loneliness.