I feel the roof crack open above me, chaos spreading like wildfire. Gazing at the stars dimming one by one, I feign concern, but truly, no one ever genuinely cares. I never did, nor will anyone else ever genuinely will. Can't you see everything slipping through my fingers? Our clothes frequently tattered, our teeth constantly on edge. This endures as long as it can possibly last. Yet, I cannot, I simply cannot come to terms with this. I refuse to accept it at all.