Something small happened on Friday, small and yet it started the emotional avalanche that I am now buried under.
I have accepted defeat. I am killing all hope. It is better that way for me, right now. At this point I'd rather live as a cynic, cold to glimmers of possibility, than to live as a pained hopeful.
I don't want to hear cliche Christian answers. Maybe they are true, but I am not at the point at which I will take them to heart.
Just a heads up, really, since until I dig my way out, I likely won't be on much.