All I can do is hope.

Not even a repeat of Dawson’s Creek makes me feel better.

Just when it seems like life is getting good, something always has to come along and ruin it.

I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.

I have to get my life back on track. Order as an antidote to chaos. Calm after the storm.

But life’s never easy when you need it to be.