I wonder how long it's been since I said anything here... time doesn't have any meaning for me.

I wonder that I don't have anything to talk about; you've heard it all before.

I wonder sometimes if I'll forget how to speak because of how little oppertunity I have to. And on those rare ocasions where I might speak the words come hard, awkward, and slurred.

I wonder if a normal person would go to a doctor if that happened to them.

I wonder how long I'll have the strength to get out of bed knowing that my life is a dead end.

I wonder if God really does have a purpose for me; but even if He does, I still don't care to live long enough to find out what it is. I can't help but think it will be something depressing like 'to make everyone else's life look better by comparrison.'