The debate about maturity is not so tricky to tackle, yet not so easy to process. But when I get tired of everything, I just want to leave it behind and go home to someone. I have fought all the way alone. I have stopped trying to talk sense to someone who can't reason for themselves. I have stopped putting effort into something people would die trying to achieve. I have stopped looking for better things everywhere I go or want to go. I have stopped hoping and caring; instead, I got drained and worn. I really don't want to do this a second time. If there is reincarnation or an afterlife for me, please, erase my memories, in both brains and muscles.