You would know that I revealed most of my secrets at once and that it would take time to take it all in.
You would know that there is more to come.
What you don't know is when or what will happen until then.
If you really knew me, you would know that the never ending problems won't go away.
You would know that I have accepted it.
You would know that this second, of this minute, of this hour, I tell myself that I am fine with dying.
But if you really knew me, you would know that even sometimes I do lie to myself.
If you really knew me, you would know that it's time I left.
So long and farewell.