Ah, the first day of the bannage, it draws to a close, my mind is beginning to wander in the fading hours of light, thoughts of better times keep coming to me. I have begun to wonder, wether the subject matter of the thread had any impact upon the warning, unlikely but possible.
I am beginning to contemplate wether I should end it all, commit, 'suicide' as it were, end this pitiful existence. This 'sentence', though short to some one on the outside, is like infinity to the victim. I am unaware of my surroundings most of the time, hanging in a haze of bong smoke, or passed out on my couch in a drunken stupor.
I shall continue this saga at another time, but for now, I must go, Gotham needs me.