Im done, completely done fighting. Who cares anymore. No one. This will go on and on and on. And people will read my life and my posts, they will relate and put their sense in if they feel its not a waste of their time, mostly it is, i assure you. You will go on with your lives and settle into treatments and settle into meds. You will go to therapists offices and go to hospitals. Your lives, however, will go on, this is the main point. My parents lives went on, did you guys know that? possibly not. So did my father. Thats ok. I dont blame anyone. No i am fine, i am perfectly fine. You will see me smile. But dont forget it is your mirage. A mirage for the thirsty soul. Its all right, Im perfectly fine. I wont stop bleeding. Thats ok, im ok, im perfectly fine. How are you? Are you ok? Thats ok, im ok. I am perfectly fine. Dont worry about me. Were you to begin with? No i didnt think so. Thats ok. I believe you cared for this stranger. This stranger in a corner. Hidden by pride and fear, fighting for my life, fighting to be happy. Ive stopped. Dont worry, im ok, Im perfectly fine.