I have nothing to say

So I steal my internet connection from one of my neighbors.

On occasion it is down.  It has been up and own for a week.  

I am posting this stuff late but I am doing it all.

I am frustrated with writing papers trying to relax and horrible case of loneliness.  

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Where am I going? 

What am I to become?

Here some letters.

I do this differently than anyone.  Why?

Is it not good?

Or is it just different?

Either way I am simply breathing and existing. 

There has to be more to life than the miserable damp cold apartment I never leave.

Perhaps I am losing what little of my mind I have left.