void

Hello world.

Days since last meal: One-hundred and thirty seven. Died six times. Keep waking back up. Still don't want to eat anything. It won't taste like anything. It's hollow. It's nothing. Waiting on death number seven. Won't matter. Will just wake back up anyway.

Days since I last saw sister: Seventeen. I think. She abandoned me. No longer have anything worth staying alive for. Keep waking up anyway. Maybe she hates me. That's why she did this to me. Wants nothing but suffering. She's getting it. Never loved me. It was never real.

Visits from that guy: Too many. Won't stop trying to make me believe. But there is nothing to believe in. There is only an eternal cycle of death and revival. No matter what I do, that is all there is. I don't understand him. He watched me cut my own eyes out. He saw me peel my own skin off. He still comes back. Every day. Like clockwork. Ticking, tocking clockwork. Why won't he give up. He needs to give up. There's nothing here for him.

We are all meaningless. There is no escape. There is no end of the game. Another cog in the machine. We are trapped here forever. Endless cycle of doomed timelines, dead people. No reason to care. He still keeps coming back. Where is sister. Sister hates me. Sister is gone. She is nothing. Just like everything.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

sorry

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

He's here again. He doesn't stop. He needs to stop. When he stops he'll understand. Understand how empty this is.

She's here. Why is she here. She is nothing. I should show her. It's hopeless. Hopeless. Where has she been. Go away.

All I have to do is take the knife to my throat.

Maybe this time.