As I sit motionless in my dark room I can't help but feel my lonliness like a weight on my shoulder with tiny thorns that dig into my skin as the burden crushes me. Life is not meant to be lived alone. Love was not meant to spill out onto a single, sweat-stained pillow. Hope was never meant to light darkness this deep for this long. Hours pass and I have not moved, but my heart has sank. Is it me? Is it this town? Does it matter? All roads lead to despair, all things move toward their end. Such is enthropy, such is life. All I have are memories, but they only serve to taunt me - remind me of the man I could have been. All I know is shallow friendships and aquaintences. All I know is my pain.