Time hasn’t healed anything. I feel worse than I did ten years ago. The world is less interesting to me, more distressing. I don’t have the motivation to work on any of the projects that occasionally cross my mind. Haven’t talked to anyone in awhile either, there are no characters in my life aside from me. It’s just me by myself, on my own, alone, like always. This has led me to talk to myself a lot more than I did when there were people around me, due to the lack of conversations outside my head, I make up conversations in my head, I’m starting to think that’s the only reason I’ve ever written anything at all. I’m not an artist or a creative person, I’m just a lonely guy trying to pass the time.