I've lost all hope. There is not a thought left for me to be restrained by; Nothing exists. The fact or state of existing, or of being actual is a facade. Life; the period during which someone or something exists is a made up fabrication. I am not here and nor are you. Quite frankly, I do not care if either of us really are. There was once a time that I did, But that insignificant moment has pa**ed just as any other significant memory fades