Left To Right.

9:06:
Write a wall of text saying how emotionally distraught you are. Select all and backspace. Repeatedly.

Short version:

• 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. 

I hate you so much Quoc.

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.