It feels like my entire world was set aflame. I am part of the reason for the destruction. I now find myself sifting through the ashes trying to find something to salvage.

Everyone is gone. They always find a reason to leave, and maybe that’s my fault, too. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to stay; I’m no fun whilst in this state.

Maybe, this is all there is for me. I’m fated to live this bleak existence. Maybe, it’s my destiny.