Like any other kid these days, I’m sad. I suffer onslaughts of seemingly unending questions about life, existence, death, and a host of other things grown-ups never sat us through. Despite all of these, I’m somehow alive and living. The time I spent on the void (that is my mind) contemplating about these things somehow enlightened me in a dark and brooding way (I still do these days). From one sad kid to another, there is rest in all of this struggle. Whether or not you believe in divine intervention, there is always an end to everything. Such is common in all things, I discovered. No matter how pleasing or horrible things and circumstances get, they always end. Perhaps this is why you should read the entries of a mad man who’s finally found reason and sanity. Maybe the fact that I am here, alive and jotting down thoughts to pose as a saving grace for others, is hope that light will shine for us tomorrow.