I am a disgusting creature. The world is a filthy place. There is no such thing as love. These are things that have run through my mind continuously since I was in eighth grade. They have nagged and nagged, pushing me closer to the edge. Now, I stand on the precipice and look down. At the bottom I see peace. I do think it a shame that I will be lost to the world, no one ever knowing the machinations of my mind. I thought a lot of things, and I think I may have had the capacity to produce some wonderful things. I think I could have had an impact on the world, had I tried hard enough. But my burden is too much to carry. I wished to leave behind my animalism so that I might find joy in life, but it is something unescapable. I am thankful for the good experiences I have had in my life, but I have had my fill of misery. It is time for me to depart... And yet, I wish to remain. I do wish to fulfill my potential on this Earth. Though the proverbial honey is still out of reach, it is indeed in sight. All I need to go on is more grit.... Fine, I'll go on just a little longer, but I can't endure the same hardships for much longer.