I just felt like writing this out, but don't read unless nothing can make you feel worse. My thoughts race. They go and go. And go. And go. It won't stop, it never stops. We just keep going. I will turn it off, I will rest. I know that when the time comes, I can do it, I am strong enough now, I know enough, I know too much. The worst is now, until then, to keep it together until then, to make things happen. It's past my time, I've extended my stay. I'm not here anymore, unravelled into nothing, into many. I was once a person, a real person, this is the ghost of me, if there were such a thing. There are many of me now. We're all just so tired of fighting. So tired. Finally we can agree on something. The hell will end. Peace...release...RELEASE ME! The only dream I believe in is that day. I'll be released into the void.