I know I didn't finish that last thing, but sometimes it just gets too hard to write.  It's like I just can't talk about it any more.

I'm so tired.

All the way down.

Something in me is just worn out, worn thin.  Almost gone, really.

I'm ready to go.

Cam asked me what I see when I look at the future.  

I've been thinking about that all the time now.

People have things to do.  To look forward to. They're moving toward things. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes just because they are.

There's nothing ahead of me.

I'm so tired.