"And I have been so fucking alone..."

Did you only want me for those three days? Did you only need me for those three days? Did you love me forever just for those three days?

I have been on the verge of crying for several hours now. It has just been a overwhelming week or so. I feel it coming. Or maybe it's already here. Either way I can't seem to get a handle on it or stop it.

For you, I hope you've found where you belong and can truly connect.

For me, I hope for piece of mind and a future that isn't just filled with more of this kind of life, filled with more pain.

I know it could be worse, but right now it seems bad. At least people without a limb or something have hope. I think I'm starting to lose mine again. And, honestly, I think that may be the worst, most horrifying thing in the world. Because, really, without it, what is there?

I just need to hang on, keep trucking. Take everything a day at a time. Breathe.

It'll work out, right? I mean, it has to... doesn't it?