1557 Noe Street, San Francisco

Shiho turned 32 today. It seems so young, but Shiho gaining a year has always signaled to me that I would soon follow. I will soon be 32 and I don't like it, even with my end-age set at 34. Why not 32? Why not 31? What am I living for? Why do I continue? I have not a single good reason. All I'm doing at this point is giving music a try, but there's a limit to how long I'll give it a chance. And I'm not talking about years. I don't fancy turning 32, it's too old. I can't bear this existence anymore, I don't like being in this skin, I don't like the energy in the emotions, I don't like the feel of reality, I never have. I need to get out of this. No one here gets out alive. I don't want to get out alive, I just want to get out.