I'm... still here... for whatever that's worth.

I try not to think... about anything... ever. Life's just more bareable when I don't have to remember the past, or pretend to care about the future. The world is a bland, joyless place, but there's nothing I can do about that, so it's not worth the effort of contemplation.

I really don't know what else to say. I'm not happy, but there's nothing new about that. I'm just trying to do, and say, and think, as little as possible. In the choice between complete misery and complete apathy, I guess I chose apathy. Oh well... whatever...

Thank you for the thought though.