I feel broken, and alone. I’m angry at myself, because I put myself here. I gave too little, and pushed too hard. There is no one to blame, but me. I have faults, and flas that I hate. Yet it’s those same faults and flas, that make me who I am. Am I proud of who I am? NO! Why, because who I am, is why I’m alone. Do I feel like I will, be alone for the rest of my life? Honestly, I feel that I will be. With everyday that passes, I loose a little bit more hope. But again I say, I am the one to blame.
