I'll bite, sure. I've got a few minutes before bedtime. Whether it is or isn't, I know one thing for sure: I'm not coming back. I will destroy myself if I have to in order to prevent it. May the theoretical gods test my stubbornness as they may. **** the human species. I might even check out other planets with other species. Why am I seemingly the only one who ever considers that? Also, **** the collective memories. Ever seen Total Recall? Well, metaphorically, I'm Quaid and I don't want to be Hauser again. I swear to whatever force may or may not be in existence that we cannot readily percieve: I feel like a ******* re-write CD that's been written on and erased one too many times. I'm ****ing done! I'm done! I'm old and not existing sounds WONDERFUL to me. I have alternative plans to pass the time until I get my fill but that's it. I like to dream of better things. Feels silly.

Also, I've had an NDE, so I no longer fear death. I know exactly what's gonna happen to me and it's just what I need.