every day I become weaker.
it is unbearable to stay by this side just waiting for something.
day by day it becomes harder to breath, harder to move. just to wake up.
one more day. one more fucking day that brings only fear. it may be fear of death, fear of life, fear of fear.
seems strange that so many weak people still live. I suppose they have to be dead. even when they live they are not ALIVE. they are cursed, and their curse is life.

got tired? die. no way back. God bless you.