- January : Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
- December : I'm so sick of watching the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
By rough calculations I have maybe 50 years left to live. Can I trade some of those years for money and good looks? I’m willing to trade up to 30 years of remaining life.
I have made myself miserable on the inside and I do not wish to share that with anyone else. I wish I could die now.