I've left everything undone.

I have a million regrets, but not enough to stop me from wanting to do this. Breathing hurts me now and my bones are shattered from being thrown against the ground and ceiling. There is more obstacle for me than road. All my life, I've wondered if it's worth it.

Not breathing feels more comforting than breathing for me right now. How lovely it seems to not breathe at all...

I no longer with for legacy. Just sleep.

I don't expect the world to understand.