eightyfour.

This is it.

This is all I've got.


Everything that I'm capable of being in control of comes down to this one moment.
Everything I've worked for doesn't mean a thing if I don't get it.

I'll get it, but will I get it?



I'm tired, actually..

Can't I just sleep for a minute?


Will someone wake me up soon? Give me about the rest of my life and then I'll be ready.



I don't know how strong I am for this..


Not very judging from what is going on now.


I'm tired, so very tired.