let's end this on a better note, and pretend i hadn't lost all hope. then maybe a few of you will understand what i meant when i told you i'm too wounded at this point; i'm just too difficult. i can never be any good for you. so, goodbye. goodbye. i'll not think of you all for a while. i just seems pointless now to even try. i've filled myself with too many things that i thought i could use to fill the holes inside i've made. but there is nothing. everything's empty. this world has nothing. this world is nothing. and every ounce i drink a small part of me dissolves 'til there's nothing left to hold the rest together. and everyone i touch strips away at the thing in me that tells me life and love are rare and precious. and i'm nearly all gone. so God restart me. this world has nothing. this world is nothing. so, goodbye.