Post 78?

The more I think of it, the more depressed I get.

My heart grows heavy, My eyes start to fill, but they don't fall.

My heart hurts.

My head hurts.

So many things to think of.

Things that I don't want to happen.

Things that will happen.

I don't know what to do.

I can't seem to let loose.

Nothing is helping to me get out of this melancholia...

I can't cope anymore.