If I had to be completely honest with myself, I'm tired. I'm tired, and it's not a physical tired, it's a very, you know, it's in the soul, it's like I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of going through this shit, I'm tired of everything not working out, and I'm just like, "I fucking tried." I can't not lie and say, it's not like you don't wanna live kind of thing, it's like if God were sitting across from me right now there would be a part of me that would just want to go up to him and say, "Listen, I'm done. I'm done. I'm not, I can't do this anymore, I'm just fucking physically and mentally spent and I'm done." It's a silent battle, too, it's a battle we kind of hide from the world, and from the people we love, and from the people we want to love, or want to love us, because, who wants a broken person, you know? It's like, if they know, if the people in your life knew how broken we were, would they stay? And then that raises the question, of, like, "How do I fix this? Can you fix this?" I don't know.