i quit. i'm done. you win.
i don't know how to act. i don't know how you want me to act.
i'm not capable of doing what my brain tells me to do.
i'm stupid, i get it.
i don't know how to move my piece so i could beat you.
i can't win.
you always win.
don't you get it?
this is one big board game, and no matter how far i go, i'll never get back to you the way i was
i'm sorry i can't mold into the perfect piece of clay you want me to.
apologies don't mean shit anymore.
i'm going to rip myself apart until i'm laying in my own pool of blood.
my lifeline, my best friend is now dead.

my simplistic exterior, is gone
my brain is gone
everything is in the hole in the lake.

i always liked building a new exterior.
what can it be this week?