 Another year of pain and suffering. Another year of my sanity diminishing. Another year with these cries echoing back to me in desolation. Another year in the lesson of apathy, suicidal, and homicidal ideation. Where shall this dark road of insanity take me? I'm afraid. I'm afraid not only for myself, but for what I may become. I'm afraid of living longer to find out. I have the power to change things, but why should I? No one has ever given me a damn reason to care for this cold world. "Be the warmth" they say. But what's wrong with burning this whole thing down in the first place? It's so, so cold... And I need the warm embrace of a flame. Chaos is the true nature of humanity, existence is the struggle to bear that right after all.