I'm tired of living. Each day I wake up my first thought is: "I wish I was dead." The days have become endless; a constant slur of time incessant, redundant, and each one more monotonous then the day before. I plan meticuously each detail must be consummate every sublety, perfected; because he will find it when I'm through. The land is scouted the items in hand the reasons - noble, certain; well, definately certain. The feelings; no feelings to share. This is happening so time will stop. So my world ceases to spin. So I can finially live in serenity. I am completely free. -- Blar. So I typed this up and wanted to share it with someone, lol. Opinions anyone?