I'm crying again. First thing in the morning. Listening to music to try to get it all out. I can't go a single day without bawling my eyes out anymore, antidepressants or not...it doesn't matter. I can't be healed. For some reason, God won't heal me. I'm meant to be this way. An empty void of nothingness. I saw a demonic figure again when I closed my eyes last night. Evil won't let me go, it seems. Where will I go when I die, heaven or hell? At this rate, who knows.