Hey you fucker

Trying to move. Escape from the room. Anxiety. Bleakness. Emptiness. Can't wait to see what's next. Hopefully a lot of work... lots of work to do. Remember that dream? That only goal you ever had in your life? Did you blow it all? What did you do? Did you go through with it and made it happen? How's him? Is he alive? Trying to stay in touch at all? I think not... How's mr. you know who? Is he okay? How's his plans? Right now I think they're gonna crumble. Doubt we will share our paths. Sadly. I just hope he's okay. Remember that girl? Yea... that one... the one that made you occasionally happy? Whatever happend? Do you still recall her from time to time? I'm sure you do, if you're alive. I doubt you stay in touch, though... The scandals are dead? Yea, of course they are... at the moment they aren't, but I'm sure they will be for you. Do you have your own thing going? What do you have? Do you have anything at all, or you're still there? Whatever the answer to that would be... Should you regret or ask yourself... are you dead yet?