There is nothing. Nothing to say. And nothing is a state, a something. It is not decay nor progress. It is, once again, stagnancy...

And i will be a stagnant being incapable of moving... waiting for time to heal me and make me forget... it is the... best emptying to go through... it is not as heartbreaking as other ways... but it will take more time than other ways.

I don't have much time left. If 27 comes... if my death wish happens... it is only a few more months to go.

And as much as i would like you to be someone to me, i still will not be able to make it happen, because i will still choose to be stagnant. Because you do not deserve the burden that is me. Because if you do not feel the same, then it is not worth pursuing...