Soon

I think I need a break. From everything. From everybody, from myself. I think everything that has happened this year is just too awesome and I can't handle that stage of awesomeness so I destroy myself even much more. Why am I such a spoiled kid?

“Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end.”

Don't even ask me what I'm talking about. 

Everything just comes back in a flash and I think I'm going to break down.

This is very exhausting. I think I'm gonna die.