I find all too often I end up here once again. *blink, blink, blink, blink*. It seems to me that no matter how hard I try I can’t escape the void, the necessity to fill the nothingness with somethingness. For nothing can escape the sheer lack of everything, not even light can escape the immense…

They say doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity… well I guess I am going a little insane then. I know this is probably so stupid – a waste of my time. My goodness, do I hate when I waste my own time, but…