That's what it feels like. Everytnhing is moving that way. I've lost my home, some really important people and friends in my life, money, hope, desire. So i come crawling back here. Beaten and ready to say fine, thne world wins. I cant do this all alone. I have nothjing left to give or offer. I cant do "alone". One place in tnhe entire world that I feel a little like I belong, someone might understand me. But then i feel guilty cuz it's like I always take from here lately and never seem able to return the esame for others. I never know how to say help. Atleast not so others listen or hear me. So i'm here whispering with all i have left. Please.