Going Home...

[threedark]

I don't even know what to type.

I don't feel like typing. I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like doing anything, realy.

I feel like dying.

I might as well. It feels like I'm losing everything.

I know I'm not, I still have Liz. And I definitely still have my family...

But everything else is gone... Losing it. Leaving it behind.

Not by choice but by necessity.

I don't want to go...