A very long time ago, my name was Thomas Marvolo Riddle and I am suddenly nothing.
My eyes no longer see, my skin can no longer touch or feel, my ears can not hear, and my heart will not make another beat.
There is only this tiny part of myself left. I am not even half of what I would have been had I not done to myself what I did.
This tiny part of me is frail and I know that out in the nothing I have seemed to become, I will be truly dead in a very short time.
I will have no memory of myself or what I once was.
I can say this with certainty because even now those things are slipping away from what is left of my mind.
I can no longer remember what my face looked like.
The memory of my name has gone too.
I do not know what it means to see.
Nor what it means to hear.
What it means to breathe.
Or taste.
Or touch.
I am nothing now.
And it is all I will ever be.