To Whom It May Concern

I'm getting tired.

I give up.

Here, I'm actually thinking "I fucking give up." but it's too late in the night, and I've already had this brain process before, so I can't be bothered backing it to such a strong extent.

On her, that is.

Can not be bothered. Where's the happiness in trying when it's all being sucked into the black hole that currently resides in my heart?

Uni. Please come quicker.