year seven

You deleted the first email I ever had because you ran it and you knew there was evidence. I haven't been able to write anything in weeks because I'm totally empty and I can't feel anything anymore. Not the drugs, not the music, nothing, no one. Things are coming to an end at the speed of light and my heart is dark as death. I can hardly tell which way is really out. Purgatory - that's what I'll call it when it's over. 

I can hardly speak for anything else, since nothing else is happening. Ahedonic nightmares, but I don't sleep since the demons are physically in the same room as me at all times (can't you tell?). They chill me too much, and I live in Texas. How much worse can things get? I knew how close to hell I was because I was sky high but the devil's toes were sticking up through the floorboards.