Towards the watertower.

Tunes in my head: Nightswimming by R.E.M.
Atmosphere: In pain.

Why?

I'm not sure all of these people understand, but I know what's going on.

It's always about somebody else. It's always about focusing on whoever else's pain, it's always about making them feel happy.

What then when I need a hand, when I need something of a friend to take me and make me smirk, make me smile?

It's such a fucking double standard, isn't it? It's always about you. Never about anybody else.

Expect from others as you expect from yourself. At this point, you can just go and disintegrate somewhere else.

I can't wait for the end.

I can't wait until I meet the ocean.

Isn't that the whole point of this? To find the ocean and slowly flow into it?

My flow is being stifled, then.