I wouldn't wish this on you or anyone.
My eyes are welling up. I don't want to cry.
You can't cry about something that might not even be right?
You can't even take away something that might not even be for that matter.
I seldom know what to do, I often have thoughts of ending myself. I never will though. I write and blow off steam, I cry away the pain, even if the relief is only a Band-Aid on a festering wound it is better then nothing.