You try to piece together what was or what you thought it was. I continue to grasp for happiness and warmth in this freezing world. I feel so confused and unloved and unable to cope. What messes have I made? What damage have I done? I've tried my best to be good. To be a good person. But there is this cold feeling inside of me that I thought could be warmed up by another. But I continue to be misunderstood and insignificant.

I'm so tired.