That's what they're doing. The voices in my head, they're shouting at me. Telling me to give up. Usually wouldn't listen. Lately, seems like a good idea. They'll stop yelling at me every second of every day, and it stops the other torment that fate deigns to bring my way. I don't want to die, but at the same time, I do. Perhaps I do a little bit more than I don't. Perhaps quite a bit more. But the fight is gone. They've drained me. Easy way out now feels like the best way. I dunno. All a big cliché. What I do know is that I can't go much longer.