 Don't know what to say. I can't cope with storytelling any more. They're all too much. And it's been that way for a while. I haven't told anyone. And right now, I don't see the reason to carry on. But I can give up. I'm going to try and make it very well. Maybe I just won't hold the time. I can't live anymore. I can't be okay. I can't be fine. I can't live anymore. I can't make it any better. But this year has been an evening of hell. Everything. Everything I've said this year has gone wrong. I've been saying I haven't been fine for a long time. I've been living like this all my life. For a long time. I've been pretty hard. I've been fucking hard. I've got used to it. Just stop.