Where will I end up?

Like a candle blown out halfway before it ran out of wax, or like one whose wick was uprooted. I will no longer be around. And that is when YOU will remember me. The little nobody, with no respect nor name, untimely in presence, destructive by nature. Not very long ago I decided I will never go down that road again. Now I am decided. I shall. Remember when you will… I find the world you have built too much too bear.