I belonged for a bit, but belonging’s long gone.

I almost belonged.

mere misery

I have been experiencing the worst pain of my life. I never thought anything could hurt more than losing loved ones to death, but selfish as it may be for me to think so, this is worse. I gave up everything I knew to move across the country and build my life around the woman…

I don’t know anything other than that I am lost. I was briefly found, but lost has largely been my life. I don’t expect anyone to read this. I sort of hope someone does and I sort of hope no one does. I feel compelled to write as I once did. I feel the need…

I feel so alone and so afraid.

this is phlegm it is the clearing throat discharges thus disgusting

Remember when we was all afire my love of life and I remember she said the things to me she’s saying to that other now I’ll die again, but not enough to stop the awful thoughts of what she does and what she’s done and all the love I have remaining what we was we…

I simply need to keep my fingers moving so that I won’t up and die though dying is what I might desire it could trouble others besides me.

I had a happy ending set, but let it somehow slip right through my fingers. I’m trying to go on, but the loss is all-consuming.