Y'know what? No more. Really. No more. No bloody freaking hell more.

Yes. No more. No. I'm not gonna care anymore. I shall just look the other way and ignore; not you. No. I'm gonna ignore myself. I'm gonna ignore them. Yes. That's the way it should be. That's how I should have been from the very start. From the very beginning. I'd just have another urge to just shut down everything, rip everything around me, in my house, apart and just sit in the middle of the pile of demolished items that were once whole. And just sit down there and cry.

Actually I'm left with no energy. Really. I don't to anymore. Can't this all just stop? Stop, not pause, stop. It's not even a grinding halt you know. Stop. As in just disappear. Disappear from this phase of reality. Disappear from the imaginary clouds that always hang above one's head when one is dreaming. Disappear. Poof. Explode. Whatever. Just be gone, will ya?