How’s your life? What is it like to feel happy? Is it nice? What are nice things? Is it like having material goods? I have those. If it is like having material goods, then I don’t want it.
By the way, I’ve been sober off alcohol. I haven’t touched the bottle in over a month. Why do I still feel fucked up? Make it stop. Please. I want to sober up...
Every day, bit by bit, I'm losing more and more of my senses. I can't think. I can barely eat. I'm not getting enough sleep. I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t care to know. Who am I? What am I? Where am I?
What’s worst? Life or death? Do you know? Is there a hell? Am I already in it? Am I already dead? It sure feels like it. I’m hurt. It hurts.
Why can’t I stop thinking about it? How come I can help others but why can’t I help myself? Am I immune? Can you help? Do you have the antidote? Can I have it? Would I overdose? Sorry, I'm asking you so many questions… I'm drunk off sadness.
I don’t know where you are but can you sober me up? I love you.