I'm bleeding misery. Oh, eternal discontent- how consistent. The only thing stable in my life is how I try... To still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest. The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying. The words of dead humans seem so, so much more sincere than the half-signed contracts that tend to occupy the open air. Still this beating mind, so that I can finally rest. The essence of my character is that I'm unable to be without worrying.