3:18 and 5 counting

There's no hate. That's a fact.

Paths misaligned. It's a close certain probability.

I can't seem to determine the complete set of variables, though.

How to stop my head from wanting to shut down.

What could I have done. (not enough not enough not enough)

How much of me is broken.

To find out how to be happy again.

How to find solace in a place that's split in half. A home that can be no more.

I don't know myself anymore. I've become a number I cannot calculate. An unsolvable problem.

Put my memories into boxes, into folders, into storage spaces. I don't want them anymore.

Where do I go from here?