We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things bf's we can't.
I've gotten to a point where I don't know what I am anymore. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I am a mess. I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.
Good morning my Beautiful Angel, I love you so much! So much I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you...I miss you like crazy...actually more than crazy...I just dont know what's words describe that. Your smile and laugh ...and you in general make everything better for me...I love you for that...I appreciate you for that...I will devote my life to showing you how thankful I am to you for that...I love you my Beautiful Angel...I promise Your "My Love"