I just finished White Void version 2 (the old is... somewhere >> I forget where). Now... normally I'd be ecstatic, I'd kick someone in the teeth out of joy.
But...
*shrug*
I've got nothing.
I should. This poem has plagued me for ... three years(?) On how exactly to put it down... its not perfect, but damn if its not a huge improvement from the first.
And
I
Feel
Nothing.
So I've decided I'm going to do progressively more dangerous things to myself till I enjoy life again.
WOO!
I need help.
Seriously.
Lock me up.
