8 Sleeps. Yes, that's right, I am counting. How will I count when it comes time to end. I told you I missed you and I meant it but maybe it is for the best. Maybe it isn't. How will I ever know because once again something good is taken away. How can I not feel that it is my fault. How can I not feel like a failure, like I am too much. Oh T it is all too much to think about.