...not with a bang, but a whimper.

Why, all of the sudden, do I want to cry? Things fall apart so fast. Everybody knows almost doesn't count....

(Have you ever read or watched "The Last Unicorn"? In the beginning of the book, there is a butterfly who can only answer questions in the form of a song or a poem.... Anyway.)

Fuck it. I'm out of here. It sucks though. Each and every time, I leave empty-handed and tired, tired, tired.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I don't know whether to live or die.

Some day, maybe, just maybe, I'll learn how to stop wanting.