I'm about ready to just lie down and stop doing things altogether. I won't eat, talk, or even move unless I need to. I will spend the remainder of my life sleeping. Say whatever you like about purpose and fulfillment, but that sounds like a damn good deal to me. What else do I have? There's no other option. I have no future. I'm dying, and there's nothing left for me but to lie down and accept it. Of course, there will be interference. I'll probably be dragged off to some psychiatric prison somewhere and have food and drugs forced down my throat. But I hardly care anymore. Let them waste their time keeping this soulless husk alive. It won't do anyone any good. The world wants me to suffer; ultimately, I have to learn to deal with that cruel fact.