"I don’t even have the courage to create my end. Waiting to implode. Go on and cut my numbness. I won’t feel it. I’ll just bleed and perchance I’ll just go that way, slowly, feeling my breath shallow to a dying wind. I’ll watch the waste of a life come and go like hallucinations while I cling to illusions of make believe lifetimes."
— scatterbrained thoughts, 32