I couldn’t find any meaning for my life when I was out there, I’m sure as hell not going to find it in here. This is the grand finale of a life poorly spent and the end result is just overwhelmingly depressing . . . It’s just a sick, pathetic, wretched, miserable life story, that’s all it is. How it can help anyone I don’t know.
Since last weekend, this line stuck in my mind…
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.