I went home yesterday. I just felt like going home coz I wanted somewhere safe to rest. But it's just a temporary thing, because no matter where I go, I am still unable to hide or run from my problems. Just something to make me feel a little bit better.

Maybe I can't take this one more time.

Often, I wonder why my life has to be so tough, but I have yet to find an answer. Could it be that I haven't tried hard enough? That I am not good enough to be here?
I try to believe I am here for a purpose. Yet try as I might, I don't truly see any.

Even the people I love are able to live without me. Toss me away without flinching or feeling anything. Am I truly dispensable, disposable?

I am happy now, yet not really.

I have someone I love. Someone I'm willing to live for. Whatever it is, I fight for him. Yes, I have someone I love and he is the reason why I am living.

As cruel as fate might be, I've been told that he will be taken away from me.
I wonder why I am always given something to guard, protect, and love with all my life & heart... Then get told that it will be taken away from me.

Please don't give up on us. Please believe we'll make it. I need you.

I feel very helpless. I don't want this to end.

Please, anyone, please help.