I constantly wish I could gather up the strength that I once possessed to talk to her.
Unfortunately, it appears that any sort of strength has disappeared.
I constant see her in my dreams, and even then I can't speak to her.
I tend to just fall to my knees in retching defeat.
I hate myself a little more each day because of this.
It's been four months. Nothing has changed.
Tomorrow is another day.
Unfortunately, it appears that any sort of strength has disappeared.
I constant see her in my dreams, and even then I can't speak to her.
I tend to just fall to my knees in retching defeat.
I hate myself a little more each day because of this.
It's been four months. Nothing has changed.
Tomorrow is another day.
