Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.

I was tired of being me.

And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.

People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.