I've found myself well and truly alone, the feeling of darkness of oppressive and virulent, it feels it threatens to rip the very light from my soul. the feeling of worthlessness. of never being good enough. the voice of my sister rings loudly in my head in times such as these. saying, "you can't win every battle, but you can't forget the fight because that makes you who you are. everyone stands for something. I feel suffocated. and now i'm not sure what path to take. but thinking back, i can't help but wonder if this is what i deserve. I miss the companions i started my journy with almost above all, they guided me in my time of need. now I'm not sure who to turn to. but i'll have to keep living the best i can for those that i no longer see. i'll keep doing my best to make you all proud..