You need to trust me, that is all I ask. I just want you to do one thing, and then you can go on your way. You must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Please. Do so without reading any other paragraph…just trust me.

You had to do it, huh? Well, since part of me knew you would, I guess all I can do now is offer you one last piece of advice. Call your loved ones, tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they’re about to die. Settle scores, make final arrangements. From this moment on, you will stay alive as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep, you wont wake up. They’re in your thoughts, examining. Waiting.

If you followed my advice, I applaud you. You saved yourself. You can stop reading this now, go back to your life. But I beg you, never become tempted to come back and read the previous paragraph. You must trust me, and please, wish me luck.

I’m tired.

So, so tired…