Six! (countdown) Five! (until) Four! (my) Three! (next) Two! (breakdown) One! DAMN.
Room for one, please. I'll be staying until further notice and will not require housekeeping.
The future is yours and the present is mine, but it isn't all it might be. Things go wrong. I talk to myself. I can't explain it at all - whether I guess right or wrong, I can't be the first to speak - or the last. In the end, there is nothing I desire so much as to become nothing.