One will move in fantasy.

Tunes in my head: Losing It by Rush
Atmosphere: Depressed

I don't understand why I still feel this way. It leads to pain, to hurt, to an emptiness inside of me.

But I can't control my own emotions, my feelings, my thoughts, my ideals.

It's scaring me. The constant thinking, the racing of so many ideals and wants and needs and this emotional whirring.

But I really don't know what to do.

I'm just...scared, I guess. And I need that in order to get my mind off what is hurting, what is slowly and painfully killing me.

I'm just sorry for being me.

There is so much pain contained within me...and I feel I'm unfairly subjecting you to it, sometimes.

But that's a result of how we work, I suppose.

I can't go much farther without you. I'm disintegrating. Quickly. And you know it. And I know, you're not doing so well yourself.

But we can support each other. Pain is easier to deal with when it's a shared experience.