I'm done trying to talk. I'm done trying to explain. I'm done trying to create. I'm done trying to keep it together. I'm done trying to be fine with it all. I'm done trying to ignore the pain.

If any of that bothers you - then I guess you might want to be done with me too because I am just a lump of a thing. No longer a person. No longer do I matter. So don't worry bout me.

Let me alone. Leave me to rot. Let the stench rise high, to remind everyone the crud that I was. Then let me memory go and no longer dwell on me. I'm nothing anyway.