I don’t think I ever said exactly what it was that landed me back here– don’t worry, for once I’ll be brief. There isn’t much to say.
Last year was quite frankly the worst period of time I’ve ever had to suffer through in my short, miserable life, from New Year’s day all the way through to the end of December.
This year, since its very start, has been nothing short of completely calm.
Nothing terrible has happened.
Nothing new. Nothing even especially distressing.
And yet here I am.
Still.
I can’t recall having ever hated myself or my existence among the living as much as I do currently, and this time that can be blamed solely and entirely on me. There is nothing that pushed me to the edge; I wandered down here all by myself.
It’s quiet, inside and out, and slowly that utter silence is eating away at me.
There won’t be much left, soon; I’m fading fast.
I couldn’t tell you why if my life depended on it.