Hello skeletons.
Another day spent lying around, sleeping and drinking. To be honest, it doesn't seem worth the effort. Typing this post is the most activity I've had in some time, and it's totally exhausting.
I suppose I could be considered terminally depressed or insane, but that term really just denotes anyone whose accepted mythos conflicts with that of the labeller; I see no reason that my apathy should be less desirable than the action idealized by another, be they skeleton, man or god.
Why then, did I take it upon myself to break from my beloved apathy to come here and ramble pretentiously?
Why am I still alive?