I got a haircut, it's gross. I look like a child.

I guess now my exterior has finally come to match my cryptic interior.

I've always been searching for death, I have finally come to realise that it's here, now.

Not only am I dead,

but I have been, for a while now.

Well, not exactly "dead" but I certainly haven't been alive either.

I'm merely subsisting.

This just fucking sucks, but tonight, I'm not crying over it.