It'd be easier in the end, wouldn't it? It'd be easier for me to just stop giving a damn, get up and walk out the door and end it because I'm tired. So tired of all this. There is no reprieve for me, is there? Not really. Gods. I wish...I really wish this could end, this stress, this worry, this responsibility...I wish I could die. Wish I could get peace, rest. But it won't happen.