The stones I throw at my faded, cracked wall, hit me in the face over and over again. My passion has turned into a jaded piece of irrelevant sculpture in a forgotten parlor. I am defeated, and slaughtered without ever engaging the battle. Empathy has finally changed into faceless indifference that smothers me like a moldy, wet blanket. After diligent payments, I have finally paid the final installment of my fault. I am now the proud owner of my well-deserved destiny...