I don't know what to do. For all these days, I've been searching for someone, anything that could talk back to me and stop me from going insane, but I've not found anyone. Maybe I really am completely alone, with only Thing to stop my mind from spiriling into Hell too quickly? I've stopped looking out the window, my eyes surveying the bland blue landscape and now, well, what do I do? Stop all together? Curl up and die? Just why? Why was I put here, what purpose do I even have aside from just existing? Do I even have a purpose?
Signed Gimb...
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Signed Gimb
General FictionGimb is an it, do not ask, read. Gimb is short for gimboid, any nerds/english people will know it means stupid. :)