Write a wall of text saying how emotionally distraught you are. Select all and backspace. Repeatedly.
- 5 months. Thinking of good traits about myself. Came up with 1. Realised it could also be considered a bad thing. Came up with 0.
- 3 months. Haven't felt anything. Everything is breaking down into single planes of black and white sticks and blocks. I should be scared for what I am becoming - but I can't feel that either.
- 2 months. The last thing you enjoyed has be obliterated. Drawing feels like a chore now. Life feels like a chore now.
- 1 month. Unless there is some sort of relay of positive spiritual energies between people in close proximity to one another, relationships, let alone contact with other people seem unnecessary.
And here's some music to lighten the mood.
Upon finding this song, I found out that one of the brothers who composes this music has died.