moya

What's there to say?
I had a terrible breakdown earlier. I panicked, haven't had it that bad in months.
I think I died, because for a few hours tonight, I drove a friend and myself around heaven. It was bliss.
I was back in hell as soon as she stepped out of my car; as soon as we left the city roads and lights.
I lost faith in myself, and the sight of hope vanished. I'm slowly getting better.
March, you hurt. But you give me two opportunities to let you redeem yourself.

It gets impossibly difficult to tell yourself the unknown reasons you do things will eventually pay off, despite how much they hurt in the process. It'll all be worth it. And you'll get that one thing you want and love and wait for. We're all entitled to something. Patience.

Early to bed, even more so depressing in itself. Sorry I didn't reply to comments. I don't want to be alone, I should have slept over at her house. Thoughts creep.