I'm at the end of my rope.
I feel alone, hopeless, and helpless.
I miss having those kinds of friends you could turn to when you had noone else to talk to.
My wife is my best friend, but sometimes I'm too broken down to talk to her, and I understand that fault is within me. But sometimes I just need someone else to talk...
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had it once at the mall.
Hated it. It tasted like penicillan.
It is not easy for any of us to transcend our past, our present and our future. Pain that we suffer is a gift. We can choose to let light into the dark places