It's probably in my best interest that I seek professional help. I know I have a sleeping pill addiction that's taking over my life, but they give me that small bit of happiness that gets me through the day. However, when I think about it I only get up day by day to dream night by night. My only solice comes from my surrender to a sleeping pill. What a waste I am. I'm no longer a living body. I'm a hollow shell, harboring a dying soul.

The butterfly has long since died in it's cocoon.