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What's left? Is there really anything left to live for? Things are really falling apart, and I don't know what to do. I feel like I want to die. There's nothing left for me in this world. I think this is really going to be the last one... It's going to be the end of me. Someone kill me, please. I don't want to die with my own death on my conscience, but I guess I'll do it myself. Whatever. And on top of that, I get to live with complete strangers if I choose to survive, and if I don't, we all know the alternative. Oh, well. I guess that I shouldn't be surprised by this, but I don't know how to handle this. C'est la vie. So I bid you all adieux, and see you on the other side.