"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."

Float On.

Alright don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy.
We'll all float on.

I'm sorry.

Sorry that no matter what I do, it only gets half done.

Sorry that I'll never measure up.

Sorry I'll never be the best.

Sorry that I'll only ever get there half way.

Sorry that I'm so sick of trying, that I don't anymore.

Sorry that others thoroughly dislike me.

Sorry that I'm overusing this word.

Sorry that it's just a word.

But most importantly, I'm sorry that I'll just never be good enough.