I know I have to be right now, but I just hate it so much. I see what I want and it's attainable, just slightly out of reach. Months of waiting, planning, and plotting, each day increasing anxiety. I feel horrible about what I must do in the meantime, but it must be done. The only alternatives leave me on the permanent run from the law or in a body bag. Those aren't choices at all. I see sunshine on the other side of these clouds, but the clouds are terribly thick.

Love...hmmm....maybe it's addicting for me...?