I am so very tired. It seems as if the black cloud I have been living under has taken over everything around me, has overwhelmed all of the good I've done in the world, has turned all but my family against me.

I am so very tired. Tired of watching my loved ones suffer as they are forced to watch my destruction at the hands of the villagers waving their pitchforks and torches.

I am so very tired. I used to help those less fortunate then myself whenever I could. I would donate money, my time, my assistance. Now I watch as I lose everything piece by piece, plucked from my hands by a cruel and unfeeling world. And I am powerless to stop it.

I am so very tired. When will the sun finally set on this dreary and dismal and hopeless existence? I would hasten its descent if I could, but courage has never been one of my virtues.

I am so very tired.