...I'd like to say that tomorrow will be better than today.
I'd really...really...like to say that.
My resolve is waning. It's fading. I want to catch it, chase it, bring it back...
...but that part of me is so very tired. So weary of trying.
I need to remember why it's worth it, and I don't want to have to gain a pound to wake up.
Ana, come back. Please. I'm sorry I scared you away...disappointed you.
My heart is breaking for my lack of a companion in this...I need her back to control me, because I can't control myself, not right now.
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