i am tired now.
i was hoping it could end, like the day and then the night.
it doesn't though.
so i'll just have to pretend it does.
i'll never learn, but at least i know. you'll go on thinking you're changing, but you won't and don't and can't.
you're unconsciously resolute in who you are, and not in a good way.
please, miss me when i'm gone.