"I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread."

You know that feeling? I think I do, eventhough I'm actually quite young. I'm tired, I feel like I don't belong, that I'm not supposed to be here anymore...



Maybe I should just speak in quotes, I can't seem to find my own words anymore. Or maybe there are none left.