Nothing has any meaning to me anymore. People kill themselves and leave not so much as a note, not so much as a bloodstain on their dusty bedsheets to remember them by. There is nothing I can do about this. I have to keep reminding myself of that. There is nothing in this world I can do. People go around breaking hearts, causing the deaths of others at their own hands. I will someday soon cause this type of pain. There is no way to take it back. And nothing I can do to stop it.