Finally, I face the emotion that my friend told me I would.
A great foe.
Anger, jealousy, wrath.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
I need help.
I feel so lost.
It's has left a terrible taste in my mouth.
All I've done, does it matter?
Will someone tell me an answer?
All my hard work.
All my missed opportunities in the name of a "future."
Tomorrow I might be gone.
Tomorrow might never come for me.
Missed opportunities for, I don't know "love?"
I am just I don't know anymore.
I feel bitter.
Finally I feel an ounce of despair.
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