Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.
*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
"I dealt with people all my life, and now I’m burnt out. I just like to be alone. It’s more comfortable."
livin a life of constantly being a little bit sleepy and mildly turned onOnly mildly?