let's end this on a better note, and pretend i hadn't 
lost all hope. then maybe a few of you will understand 
what i meant when i told you i'm too wounded at this 
point; i'm just too difficult. i can never be any good 
for you. so, goodbye. goodbye. i'll not think of you all 
for a while. i just seems pointless now to even try. i've 
filled myself with too many things that i thought i could 
use to fill the holes inside i've made. but there is 
nothing. everything's empty. this world has nothing. this 
world is nothing. and every ounce i drink a small part of 
me dissolves 'til there's nothing left to hold the rest 
together. and everyone i touch strips away at the thing 
in me that tells me life and love are rare and precious. 
and i'm nearly all gone. so God restart me. this world 
has nothing. this world is nothing. so, goodbye.