Enough.

        I don't know how I should feel or what to think. I don't know who to talk to in my quest to seek the answers that I'm looking for. Things have settled this way for too long that it seems as if nothing is wrong. But for some reason it doesn't feel all that right either. Let it be that we all live in a cycle that repeats itself every so often, but sadness should come and go. Sadness only greets me and never bids farewell. Depression finds a new home in the cavity of my heart and takes over. The sunshine can't shine through my heavy blinds and the warmth outside can't seep through the walls of my house and reach me.
        The one thing that I wish for, of course it would be the only thing that I cannot get. Maybe I'm too selfish and fail to see the other side of this situation. Maybe I've had enough that I'm finally broken now and can't be fixed. If this is me hitting rock bottom because of love, then let it be gone. I don't want to live in fear of losing someone I care for, in suspicion, and in these tears that come along too often. I hate how I've become, overly worried, and clingy. Reminiscing about our past breaks my heart. Four months. Four months since I've started  to fall and fall and fall effortlessly into this dark hole dug so deep under the layers of happiness. I learned that love cannot be shared. And if it is, then it's no longer pure.