I’m alone. Sad, tired of trying, of living. Tired of waking  up to a bright happy world, and seeing nothing except grey, and things only I can see, hearing sounds of joy, but only hearing the voices of my despair. Franks gone now. Replaced, forgotten. Austins here. He’s just as bad. Eyes are staring, watching with a pointed loaded gun,  or a knife waiting for the right time. I am forgotten, none cares for the sake of me, waiting for the right time. 17. The magic number. 15, countdown. They say if I die, I’ll be back in my world, back in Hallaqu, with Austin, and Goob, Frank, and 200. My […]
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This was supposed to be my official last day posting here.
Mainly because I’ve a lot of trabveling to do before my demise.
But heck I’ll probably still try to help out a little up until the day I go just not as frequently.
I know i’ll be dead within three months as I’ve procured my methods, already quit my job, and already put all the legal things in place.
It may be next week or it may be in August. But there is no turning back now.
My compassion … ah you know how it is.
Anyway… gouki99x@gmail.com if anyone wants to vent , insult me, or just talk.
I can […]