I realized today that I'm not living. I'm just...here. Living in the constant thought of tomorrow. I wake up empty, longing for something I can't find. Living for today doesn't help if you have nothing you want to live for. 

Eventually, the money will run out. The pain of existing will become too much. It's inevitable. I won't be able to sustain comfort...or even life itself. And when that happens? Well, that my friend, is where my story will end.