I'm so sad I wish I would puke. I wish I could puke all over the floor and myself and wallow in my own bile. I feel so numb. I'm treading. I'm treading and I don't know why. Everything is getting older and slower and this world keeps decaying, detritus swept aside, to pillage some more. Please come back. I don't know what I'm going to do without you. Life is tasteless. Life is ceaseless; drifting... drifting. I want out, please.