all you want to see is make believe

So falls the first of us.

I wondered when it would happen, because let's face it, burning out is almost inevitable. I've even had my moments.

But it's still a jolt.

A part of me wishes you'll choose to stay because somehow it feels like you'll be the first of the rest of us, a sad portent of things to come. But I do know things haven't been great for you of late. I suppose at the end of it all, I hope that whatever you decide, it's a choice that gives you all the happiness and lightness you deserve.