Life used to be so simple.

I would go to work, come home, eat, and go to bed. It would then repeat, for days, weeks, months, and years. I hated it for so long, but now I crave the repetition. I crave having a routine. I crave being normal again. I suppose that won't ever happen again.

Life will never be the same for me. This destroyed wreck of a planet has destroyed me as well.

If you get anything out of these pages, I simply hope that you remember me.

This story is being re-written, as of October 15th, 2020.