Know my mistakes...

I am ... done. The two and half year cycle has completed itself and now there is nothing left to do, but accept my own undoing. Fear not, for I have done this before - too many times to count. I know these rooms, I've walked this floor, so the next events come as no surprise. I tried to reason; make sense of my mistakes that led me here; make realizations that are quickly negated. I rummaged over the hows and whys and watched my faith go dry. I wish I was given a better chance to explain, to change, to convince, to know better. It was a bang and then it was done. Just like that. My mind was fucked, life screwed, never the same. So now all of you can watch as I unravel. But though you might know my name, you do not know my whole story. You've heard what I have done, but not what I've been through.