Vedgelord

I eat rusty nails for breakfast and shit out only the rust. I spend every waking minute in a cycle of consumption, procrastination, sorrow, and playing video games for children on a daily basis. I have no emotion, for I am a creature beyond your imagination. There is an idea of what I am, but I'm not actually there. As much as you could witness me and the horrid visage that is my still moving carcass, that is merely an illusion your mind creates. I'm not real, nor are you. At least, not in this reality.

You've been in a coma for years. We don't know if this will reach you,but if it does, please, wake up. It's hard to go on without you...