There Is No Comfortable Silence.

Dear Nobody.

lately I've become conscious of how gross I feel every second, when I'm not distracted or working existential dread and unbearable discomfort are my only friends, they talk to me non stop, poke me in the face and create holes in my brain... why.... why be friends with me, I already crave death everyday, intertwine that with you and it's only a matter of time, whether there's people around or not.... everytime the minutes hand moves I am uncomfortable. time is not on my side.

~IBLIS