I think I'm finally, truly, in over my head. Might as well leave me dead and lying in a makeshift bed of forgetful threads and memories hoping I transcend into heavens even know you know **** well I'm bound to go to hell. Don't bother saving me.
I became too confident and complacent in my abilities with a mindset that with limitless possibilities I could accomplish anything because I'm me... And nothing's better. Laugh at my stupidity.
And when I'm at the gate to Hell with my back turned to that cloud of pure brilliance and nirvana no longer able to keep the plethora of problems that are driving me to insanity remember my past self; a visionary who traveled the road of chaotic sanctuary until his mind imploded and managed to obliterate. Thanks.