No. The tiniest bit of excitement is getting pulled to the bottom of the ocean.
No. The sound of your voices don't make me feel better anymore.
No. I won't laugh at all the jokes you make anymore because I am too tired to pretend I'm enjoying my day so far.
No. I won't go to sleep waiting for the next 6:30 clock alarm to ring so I can go to the place that I am now, getting sick of.
No. Not even the sunrises won't make me more positive about what's next to come.
And No. I don't want any more of you.
