The sky is bare now and I feel like a little bit of me has gone. Everyday a little bit goes, until one day I wont be anything anymore. I mean, I know it happens to everyone, if it didn't we probably would never die and then we would over populate the planet, but it's the losing that is hard. The memories all fading and the journey, only to become nothing. Call it teenage angst, or whatever, but it sure is awful.