There is a very still, quiet moment, usually comes right before you decide its finally time to go to bed. There are people, friends, loved ones, family. They care, they really do, and you have to remember that as you acknowledge that it isn't enough, and it never will be. There is a giant fucking hole, a sucking chest wound where things were supposed to be built or left by the people who created you. Oops.
bookcouple:
Hope you are ok