I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn...

It’s a pity.

A fucking pity.

Look at how sad you make yourself seem.

Nobody’s watching, nobody cares— only enough to chip in and give advice, their two cents.

No idea where that eight months went?

Stick around.

You’ll see.

I just gambled every chip i had.

But i still haven’t revealed my hand.

I am finished.

Out.

Done.

I’m tired at every turn.

Always tired.

And i just cant care anymore.

I’m ready for it.

I just am.