So what now? Well, I've asked myself that many times. To no answer, if ever. Hell, I can imagine watching everyone around me, that as in my scratch friends, or, what remains of them and what we made, die.
And before you say I'm crazy, that I'm crazy for thinking like this, every friend I had here comes out with some mental break, and before I know it, I won't ever get to catch up with them. I'm not depressed, or trying to feel depressive and down, it's just the way it is.
