Just got back home from college on Friday, and hell. Didn't think it would overwhelm me like this. It sucks. I feel so shaky, so damn unstable, so alone and yet, I want to be alone. I'm useless right now to the whole damn world. Just useless and I feel like an animal, hiding and licking its wounds in the shadows when really, I'm just trying to let this wave, of the need to kill myself, to just die pass and fade to the usual throb it is. I can make, I know I can. I hate this fight though, I hate it so very much. I just want it to end soon.