why do i try, even when everything just falls apart. it doesn't matter, because i'll just have to restart. i build a tower, bright and high, only to find it crumbled by night. all that hard work, for nothing. but it doesn't matter, i'll just go back to the mess i'm scrubbing. maybe i am just meant to see, that this wreckage is a part of me. La fin. this is kinda ahh im sorryyyy
