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This is gonna be one giant whiney rant, don't say I didn't warn you.

I'm tiiiiirrrreeeed.

... Actually that's about it, that's the sum of it all. I'm tired of being tired, I'm sick of worrying about what'll happen if I get too tired to go on, and I don't know what the hell I'm waiting for, but if it's burn-out I'm probably getting there faster than I think.

Sometimes survival isn't really of the fittest as much as it is of whoever's dumb enough to think constancy is the best possible situation. Why do we focus on the 'known' part of known evil instead of just acknowledging it's still a brand of evil? Maybe goodness is a figment of mythology as unreal as a happy ending.

Life goes on, and therein lies its resilience, as well as its greatest tragic component. There's something sad about snapping a rubberband back - it entertains you in its redundance, but eventually, it goes slack and loose; useless because you used it to the max. Ada Rama, what an overdone metaphor. My brain's clearly been cut loose :P