...I find myself unable to express my thoughts.
Once, I had grandiose dreams of success, of comfort, of love.
Now, I would settle for a secure roof over my head so I could ride out my remaining years in solitude and peace.
I'd like to be loved, but I don't know that I could again trust anyone who says she loves me.
I have some material desires, but most have lost their meaning.
Nothing remains, save a desire to be able to confront a new day without dread.
Even that is, apparently, too much to ask for.
Instead, perhaps I should simply ask for it all to be over.
3 hours ago