No matter how many times I call for help, she was the only one that ever answered. And now I feel as if I can’t keep up and she’s slowly getting out of my reach. I love her, not myself. I wish I had help. No one prepares you for these kinds of things, I wish they had. I could be so happy if I could just understand myself. I understand everyone else except me, and my own feelings. Is this the end? Sometimes I hope so….
Six Zero Delta
Pxe
