I'm scared.  Really scared.  Scared to the point that I don't know what to do anymore.  I don't know how to handle it anymore.  I don't know who to turn to, because everyone is so sick of hearing about it.

I have two choices.  One, stay and fight.  Again. And again. And again.  Fight for something that I don't know will ever be fixed.  Fight for something that I've been fighting for for far too long.  Fighting for alone.

Two, turn my back.  Run.  Be happy.

Seems the logical choice is number two.  But logic isn't always easy.  And logic isn't always logical, if that makes sense at all.

I'm just so sick and tired of feeling alone and unhappy and unloved and uncared for.  There's only one place I feel like that, and that place should be the place that I feel safe, warm, together, loved, cared for, and happy.