soon i will not feel a thing (how much less do you hurt me now).

so, yes. i am dead (and so cruel). i suppose i could be less depressing and tell you of all my wonderful adventures this weekend, this week, but somehow... i don't. i never do (to attempt to answer why will probably result in logical error). do you really believe that i am a dark and terrifying pessimist? is there no other way to see it? cannot my words here only be photographs of myself, self-portraits, and therefore two-dimentional (if that)? not all inclusive.

i say it is so.
do you believe me?

you can't swim in a town this shallow -- you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.