These days, I find myself constantly sighing. I feel like I'm constantly bearing this bag of stones on my back around. I do everything clumsily and yet there seems to be more and more work. I'm constantly thinking, about anything and sometimes I'm even thinking of nothing. How did that happen? I don't know! I don't know anything anymore and yet there seems to be more and more unanswered questions in my life. I'm drowning here in this ocean of mysteries; I'm dying and no one's here to save me. I doubt they could anyway, I'm too deep below, I'm beyond hope. This pressure's killing me.