So, here I am. Waiting to see if you really care. But hey, who really does. I'm just waiting to be free. Free from the drama, free from my personal Soap Opera. Free from everything. It seems like I have no reason to live. But then again, there's always a reason. There's a reason for the hate, for the crime. For the deaths of loved ones. For your personal hate, for your personal crimes. For the days you've died a little inside. I'm not trying to relate to you. And I honestly don't want you to relate to me. I know there are people with worse lives out there. I'm not trying to say that it doesn't matter. But if you care, then I guess that's just it, isn't it?