Sick

DAY 1

I'm sick.

I'm sick, I'm dying soon, and I can't let go of this friggin' feeling.

This feeling that's been eating me alive.

Fuck.

I feel so empty. Like, like I've never felt anything in my life.

I feel dead. I friggin' already feel dead.

I'm lighting up a cigarette.

Sometimes, sometimes, I just want to kill myself.

I want to feel pain. Just to make sure I'm still alive. Just to make sure I'm still here.

Just to make sure that I'm not yet dead.

But it's stupid.

'Cause I'd die anyway.

I'm crumbling.

Hundred Days

Okay.

Hal Castro isn't working out since I've lost inspiration/momentum to write about him.

Goodbye, Hal!

I need a new creative outlet.

As such, I'm starting this new character--whom I have yet to name.

My concept is that he'll be dying in a hundred days.

What's his sickness? I dunno yet.

A hundred days?

Yeah, I'll be blogging about him everyday for a hundred days. See what comes out of it. :D

But it would be cool if you guys can comment on it a lot.

Though not as if I exist... as if you guys were his friend, father, ex-girlfriend, neighbor, long-lost childhood friend, secret admirer, soul mate, I dunno. You make it up. ;)

Nothing too bizare though. Like the officemate of his mother's former boyfriend's long-lost boyfriend's second cousin twice removed. o.O

Advise him. Pin him down. Whatever. :D

If reading this on my multiply throws you off, try it here:

http://foliofivetwo.blogspot.com/

Enjoy... hopefully. :D