My life feels like a poorly and thoughtlessly scribbled first draft, headed towards the only ending all my errors and mistakes would allow. If only I could go back and edit, to erase my flaws and correct the awful things I'd written... But no. The paper is due, and there's no time to fix what I've done in carelessness and haste. I've got to turn in the inevitable failure, with no happy ending to be salvaged. I'm the author of this story, and I just want to burn it to ashes in disgust.
- Unknown














