Come to think of it.

I’m so dead but still alive. To be honest I don’t care, not even the slightest. This life is just a collection of things I left behind and moved on. Nothing that I’ve ever cherished were mine to keep. These moments and possessions were  just mere distractions from the real problem. Like filling a void with things that just keeps passing through.

I’m really good at making things sound alot worse than it really is.