I had to be talked down last night. Fortunately, my best friend was there to help. Tonight I'm alone, and I'm as close as I've ever been. Closer, I think. I spent forty-five minutes crying on the bathroom floor. Every time I try to think of a reason to keep going, I only end up crying harder, because even the things I know are important seem so insignificant. I have family and friends who love me, and I job I love, and music to write, and pictures to take, and a whole world to see. I know all this, but I don't care.