I'm still here. just caught in a limbo state of withering away and thriving all at once.I feel passioned to create, but am without luxury to do so. I'm prepared for intimacy, but lack the desire. my one true love is not that kind of love.I'm sat here computing and deriving, seemingly endlessly despite the end being so clearly defined, and soon.these things aren't so bad themselves; I just wish I were somewhere else.