Why won't it ever be enough? T gives me what i need and it's OK for a little while. Then i go back to feeling the emptiness and longing. Even when T fills me up, i can't enjoy the happy and sometimes full feeling. It's like the heartache and happiness coexist and i can't be either/or. T can't give me what i need without the sadness surrounding what i never got rising in the pit of my stomach.