Nothing. That's what I've got. Nothing at all. I feel so alone. Isolated. My own thoughts are turning against me. I need some form of clarity. I just don't know how to find it. I hate myself. I hate my life. I hate this horrible place. I've lost what made me happy. It was my own fault, and I'll never be able to forgive myself. I just hope he can eventually forgive me.
Lindsey. Twenty-Five. Currently pursuing a degree in Professional Writing & Film Studies.