I wish I could take this beater car and travel back in time. I miss the old days. Life today is such a scam. Tomorrow will be, too.

I’ve been collecting little trinkets that remind me of the past. Zippo lighters, books I used to read, visiting old places. It fills the void, you know? It’s so lonely these days. I’m always in a dark room. I’m tired of watching the sun rise. Each day is painful because time moves and I’m older again. Every now and then we review where our life has taken us and I’m still in so much pain. It really isn’t worth it in the end.