I just can't take it anymore. Each hour feels like an eternity but the days blend together and become incomprehensible. I get depressed when I come home from work and have to be around my family. I have no more drive or desire and nothing ultimately comforts me anymore. My fuse is burnt and my will is broken. I am peacefully accepting of this, and I am ready to die. I feel like I'm terminally ill. It's unfortunate that it's turned out this way, but life is often unfortunate and brutal and tragic, and that's okay. I just want to be remembered fondly. I am ready to throw in the towel. My time has come, and I am riding the crest of the horizon. I am called back to oblivion, back to mere atoms, to the waves that permeate the universe. I guess my run was good enough.