May.

A month of promise now shot to hell.

I don't know if I'm a better anticipator or a better pessimist, but here we are aren't we. I'm stranded and I don't know how to reach you. And you've past the stage of caring. Now I'm left wondering what I did wrong and how from everything I became nothing.

But it's fine. What can I do.

I guess this is a hard lesson I have to learn. That I'm really not good enough and that I should learn to keep my emotions on an even tighter rein now. The aim is clear but the distractions are plentiful.

Oh man I really don't want to go on.

Abrupt end here.