I'm tired. I'm restless. I can feel my soul running, somewhere out there, lost in it's own dimension. I feel so lifeless. I'm tired, physically & mentally. Judging from how I look, you'll never guess that. Acting all happy on the outside when you're rotting in the inside is painful, just like a dying animal. I'm tired, and soon this will lead to my death, and everyone is going to be happy. And the apocalypse is not going to happen. Thanks to my death. Good-bye.