I’m near quitting, on myself. I don’t feel any happier being who I am where I am and how I am. All these things around, all these people, all this stress, all this noise that hang inside my head, all these… I’m near quitting. I am just tired, tonight, yet again. I wonder now if there was ever a time life wasn’t hard on me, when life was kind, when life was breezy. And I can’t seem to pull them from the treasure chest of memories somewhere within me. I simply can’t.