Click images for desktop size: "Chicago At Night" by Pikkashoe It feels like a chapter of my life has just been shut.
That's not a bad thing.
Some emotions still burn and twitch but ending something good because it was turning bad is something that has to be done.
I'm not the sort who can justify certain types of pain being made up for with a certain kind of pleasure. There's not much left of me so I can't stand to see that little bit diminished.
Dreams crash every minute. Most of the crash much harder than this.
Now what I have to do is just make sure that I stay alive for 10 more years to take care of my puppy. That's enough responsibility for anyone.
I've got promises I have to keep to others and to myself.
I'm not dead yet and, hopefully - at least by me - I won't be dead anytime soon.
You always need to remember that wanting to die means you're still alive and a living person can always expect a miracle. Probably not the miracle you want, but a miracle nonetheless.
Fight on.