I find myself in a strange place this evening. Caught somewhere between love and hate. Between discontentment and indifference. It's a hollow, empty place. Confusing. No walls or ceilings or floors. It's neither hot nor cold... Dark or light... The weather here is horrible. Hope this downpour of hatred lets up soon, and at least turns into a drizzle of nothingness. Me, left out here with no umbrella. I'm never prepared it seems. I don't like this. It's lonely... Full of hopelessness... I sit down with head in hands... I look up at the blank sky... Not even a cloud. Not a passing bird. No semblance of normalcy. Lost within myself, and my self-diluted delusions of grandeur. Just looking for an escape at this point. I see a vague door in the distance, but it seems too far to walk. I guess I will deal with this storm. This storm of complacency... This storm that is completely fabricated within the deep voids of my sick, tortured mind...