I seem to be sliding in and out of nothing, from the abyss to nothing from a good mood to nothing, from nothing to nothing and so on. Things get better to only get worse, I suppose you cant know peace without etc. Its as though Im stuck with no place to go anyway. Stuck living a life of nothing, no purpose, no desire, no here or there. Its rather bothersome to be nothing. Having worry over nothing and everything without being anything. Do you get what Im saying?