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When does the crying stop? The despair?
I cannot do this, I just can't.

I need something, someone, I need this to stop.

I can't do it, I just can't.

I cannot sit in this bed, curl into a ball
 and continue to cry.
I can't fight for myself any longer.
I need someone to fight for me,
 I'm too tired, too broken, too insane
to help myself any

Its hard to let someone go. To know they were one there, right with you, the one person you would call when things got bad. My sin was that I didn't call. Instead, I caved upon myself when the world caved in upon me. When my pressurized cabin split beneath the pressure I wouldn't even ask for help. It didn't seem the natural recourse. What I ( Read more... )

And I can't decide if I did the right thing. I'm back to being officially unsable, brought on by nasty roommates, school pressure and Accutane (which, I realize I probably shouldn't have started taking in the first place, because, obviously, this was going to happen ( Read more... )