what is worth living...
we all die anyways...
so i ask, what is worth living?

dreams are meant to be broken. the only thing you can count on is yourself. everybody lies, and those lies hurt people. the world is full of liars. no wonder the world is ending....

For some reason i am still here. For some reason i still live. I have accepted this as fact, as is required of me by the social community that i serve...
the life that i serve now is complicated, but livable. Every day is new to me now...whereas before, when i dream, it was a vision, now when i dream it is just a dream. I still take signs from the dreams that i have, and those signs warn me of things to come, but my dreams have become fewer and further between....