Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ, Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ (յɑՏԹҽɾ ʍҍ/Տ)

Darkness

It's so lonely here.

I miss David, yet I'm always with him. Who knows, I might not even miss him, and "miss" is the wrong word. I don't remember a lot, but I do remember David.

I think we used to be friends.

Maybe even more.

I think the Band-Aids on my arms and legs are from him, too. Can Band-Aids last that long? Is anything about me real?

The yellow shirt he wears around his arm makes him cry. Why does he wear it? Is it like the Limbo I'm in, where he can't get rid of it, but at the same time, doesn't want to? I'll never understand.

I wish I wasn't such an idiot.

If I were at least a little bit smarter, maybe I'd still be alive. Maybe I wouldn't have died. Or maybe, I'd be in the same position. But now isn't the time for "maybe," now is the time for certainty.

And I'm certain that I hate being dead.