And maybe I was right in saying I'd never find anything substantial. I can't even give you the stability you need. I am useless, and it hit me so badly tonight. Insignificant, alone, that is all there is to me. I've thrown all hope of ever finding anything substantial to the ground and crushed them under my feet. The hands of the clock never seem to move as I stare at them. What am i doing here? Those voices, their everywhere. 'You are nothing. You will never make it. You are useless.'
Make them go away! I say, I plead. But this inaudible voice is never heard, only consumed.