There is nothing to say, because ultimately a person's definition of themselves is worth a grain of salt to the rest of the world. They may take into account what you have to say, but their fabricated perception of you will always prevail. I am tired of not being good enough, and I'm tired of pretending that there's the possibility of being truly happy without the inevitable end of having it ripped maliciously out of my chest. Go ahead, think whatever you want about me, in fact, I CHALLENGE you to judge me any more ruthlessly than I judge myself.

This profile stands as a memorial to the remainder of my optimism that died at approximately 7:00 pm November 17, 2009.