It's been over a month now since I was supposed to die, over a month since my oldest (former) friend betrayed me. I have since that day been nothing more than a zombie, a walking shell, I forfeited my life that day but my body was denied the right to follow my soul because I made the mistake of trusting someone I thought gave a damn about me. Everyday is a fog as I somehow exist without purpose or reason, I feel nothing but pain, nothing but sadness, nothing but desire for things to finally be over with. I would like to end things right now but sadly things are so much worse now that I have to stick around for a few more days in order to try and sort out some of the mess that was caused by the betrayal. I hate having to wake up every morning and still be here, my only consolation is that things will be over soon, and that this time no one will be able to interfere because no one will know when, where and how.