Stranded in this feeling of loss, at the passing of a loved one. Isolated with these chaotic thoughts and feelings. Waiting for someone to hit the wrong buttons so I may vent on them. Now that she's gone I no longer ask myself "what would she think?". Part of me wants to end it all and join her. With nothing to live for, and no one to stop me, I seriously contemplate it. But being unable to go through with it, I am forced to endure this bullshit existence. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
