The problem with looking back is seeing your mistakes; the people you left behind and vice versa. I cannot put into words the pain I feel on a near constant basis. Is it chemical like they say? Will a tiny pill make all these sensations go away?

I like to hope so.

That’s the thing about hope. We cling to it, even at our most illogical.

I don’t know if my life’s journey and my decisions make me fall into this abyss. I only know I feel desperation to be validated in some point. I feel like I can be saved if only one person cares enough to reach out.