How much time can go by without the realizing the world that we use to know is gone?
Did we fall into a dream where it seems real, the reason we can live is we are being fed through some tube that we cant see or even feel because we are eating in our dream? The years had gone by without me doing any thing to live out my youth, just like the flow of water I watched my friends die ether by drinking them selves to death or drugged. I'm not alone with this I know every one had that friend, old and new. Now that I'm physically alone it helps me think and reflect on how I can live yet I wont change, I wont mange my life just some random people can acknowledge me and approve me. Nothing is forever, I'm glad for that I want to write a story and so I will.