Many months ago, every kind of dream was still possible.
But today, I have given away every one of them since I cannot compete with my own failure.
Who wants to take them? Right before I quit?
I am giving away everything for free now that I am not worth anything.
If only I could go back and use my stamina differently... if one thing had changed, I would have made it... one solid step closer to happiness, not a hundred staircases away... with each one being destroyed every day.
It's a countdown I didn't expect — I thought countdowns were biological, but I am running on the battery of wanting to live. And it runs out so critically fast.