It's dark already.

My flat is cold already.

Another ignored tweet.

No friends. Nobody said hello to me today. Not seen a single face or spoken to a single person.

I'll die one day and nobody will care or mourn me.

Life is hell.

I'm just talking into a void.

Trying to feel real. But I don't feel real. It's as though I don't really exist, as though I am not here.

I'm just a typing machine typing into the void. I'm not really human. I'm not really real. Only agitation drives me.

There is no rest. I can't relax.

I'm constantly expecting the worst.

My mental and physical health are a train wreck.

Just more bleak yelling into a void.

I truly never thought my life would end up like this.

I always thought there would be something to live for, something to enjoy, even if I was depressed.

But there isn't. I'm 45 and I don't think I'll see out my natural lifespan.

I can't even fucking cry. I'm just somehow utterly numb and utterly agitated.

I've just realised the first three lines of my tweet were one syllable away from being a haiku ;_;