There are times when I just don't want to go on anymore. I just want to stop doing everything and quit. I don't see the point.

I'm so sad. So sad all of the time. I've been writing, and it's a bit of escape, but I'm still so, so sad. I miss having someone to tell this all to. It gets so lonely, sitting in my house, crying at 1 am all of the time. I miss sleep.

This is the worst part of being human. The times when it's too much. Nobody ever tells you that. Nobody ever mentions how much it hurts.