I'm exhausted...I almost feel like I'll never sleep well again.
It's funny how when your mind gets so pent up that it doesn't stop even when you sleep. Dreams are strange and almost frightening, but just enough to wake you up every so often.
I feel small, and humble. I feel violated and abandoned. I feel angry and disappointed.
The only thing to do is to look to the future that lies unwasted before, the future that's up to me to make.