I don't know how I'll carry on. This feels like the calm before the storm. I thought I had things covered, or at least my very own ass.

Now I feel like I'm naked in the middle of the world's busiest street. This is no longer about myself. I don't even have the right to be sad, because pity would not fall upon me, my pride would not allow it.

And I can't even rejoice openly, for I know, the very same reason I rejoice, is the one that's making the people around me depressed. I guess in the end, I'll just come back here again.

When all else fails, I hope my blog doesn't. It appears to no longer be a want, but a need. Something that I can always afford to lean back on. If the whole world ditches me. At least I have a sanctuary.