I'm just so tired. Of everything. Chasing after smoke, grabbing at air, and invariably ending up with lots of it. It's totally one-sided, and have you ever wondered why, amidst all of it, why? Doesn't it ever occur to you? I guessed as much. I don't know, but after all you put me through, maybe the light at the end of the tunnel was just the last sign of my sanity winking out on me. Must I really put this down? I'm sorry to say, but to do otherwise by just one slight fraction of the straight would be completely unacceptable. My heart should be filled with thankfulness, but what for am I even sure anymore? Sure I could never forget, but what am I doing? Don't you see that no matter how good a life we live, one day it's all going to flash past us and we'll wonder what we were doing all this while. Sitting in cosy air-conditioned rooms and wasting our lives away while people are quietly, desperately, hopelessly crying out? I'm sorry but it's time to make my move.