My life is a list of failures. Those who need to know, do know what they are. Those who caused those failures.
I have a need for absolute quiet. Rare. Like now. What I wouldn't give to extend it to the rest of my life. Also the cool air.
I'm saying bye-bye to everything. Because everything changed.
But I can't.
I mean, I can. But what if I'm wrong.
I'm finally bowing down my head. I give up.
'Cause I realized, everything is fake, including me.