You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down."
I guess I always do. Like all the time. But, sure, I've got dysfunctional wings this time. I seriously want life to take me somewhere and make me forget everything, really. Some place I could go to keep a little chunk of my sanity intact. I knew how things would come to an end this way. As much as I hate that I have to stop, I know I would hate it more to see myself without just a little clue as to why to keep things going.
They said, "Don't miss life". How is that?