Lost and empty....
I thought that the things I went through since late last year made me a tough person. But no number of deaths could have prepared me for what I'm going through right now. I mean, I'm at the office and I'm so spaced out. I can't think, I can't write. I don't know why this is happening. Why now? Isn't it enough that an important family member and my dog were taken away from me? Now I have to deal with this. Damn it. I've never been so lost. And I've never felt so alone.