There's nothing so sad as the words "used to be" when talking of something that was good. But then again, sometimes there's no way for things to remain "good" without becoming dull and facing final undoing by the effects of stasis and the intervention of forces of entropy.

I am a shadow, mysterious, and hurt.

I'm doing nothing, just the necessary to avoid total madness.

Writing, having hope in fantasies that won't be.

That I seem way too serious and have something weird about me.

I'm damn too lazy to do this list once again. Every internet site asks this.

Sleep, oxygen, water, food, luck and Internet.

Darkness and voids dancing in a downward spiral.

Wishing something else.

I've never had sex with a virgin.

You think you can prove that fantasies are not just that after all.