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I'm done. I don't care anymore. I'll be able to life without her. Or anyone. I can't bring myself to care, even though I'm trying so hard. But I catch myself wishing she were gone too many times. And, yes, I'm afraid. I'm one of those people who needs to know what everything means. And I just can't seem to figure this thing out. How come I can't bring myself to care about the one person I've always loved most? Is it finally over? Has the abuse finally gone to far? Did I finally lose the ability to love or even care about another person or even a thing? No, that's not true, I still couldn't bare losing my dog. So, yes, I can still care. Maybe it's only with humans, for animals have or could never hurt me the way humans can. So it has finally gone too far then. It has finally eliminated the last living piece of me. I lost the only thing which was mine. The only thing I could still controll. I've lost my soul.