apocalypseME

I am ending this. Now. Now or never, I have to end this. Declare the end a reality. A reality show, so obscene, so surreal. And maybe, maybe I should have done it a long time ago. When I could still be dancing on bliss, broken glass, and there would be nothing to do about it. Apocalypse me. Kill me, kill me, so I know that I am dead for sure, and not just sleeping on the words that you said. Proclaim the end, the end is near. Precisely the end, and this is the end. I am the end.