I Am Gripped By An Existential Panic.

There’s No Use In Denying It: This Has Been A Bad Week. I’ve Started Drinking My Own Urine.

Why Was I Holding On To Something That Would Never Be Mine? But Isn't That What People Do?

I Do Not Feel I Have A Legacy To Protect.

Why Would I Care What Other People Are Thinking? I Don't Care What An Audience Thinks Of Me.

I Come To A Red Light, Tempted To Go Through It, Then Stop Once I See A Billboard Sign That I Don’t Remember Seeing And I Look Up At It. All It Says Is 'disappear Here' And Even Though It’s Probably An Ad For Some Resort, It Still Freaks Me Out A Little And I Step On The Gas Really Hard And The Car Screeches As I Leave The Light.