I can't write anything meaningful. Forget meaningful, I can't even write anything. This is not a writers block, writer's blocks are not this often. This is an end to creativity, what little I had anyway. Now I too must lead a mundane and boring life. The life that people so willingly lead. I did not want to lead that. This life is useless, vile, and sketchy to say the least. The inability to express what goes through your mind, how do you people even live with that. Don't your pathetic existences writhe in agony at the horror of this existence. There is only one logical conclusion. Two really. I either can act like a mad man and go out into the world. Or I can just end this pathetic meaningless existence which you people call life. I think I will choose the later and take a few of you along with me in the process.