I let go. I gave up. I feel empty and lost, yet strangely at peace. The drama of the past month or two is shifting. The dark clouds hanging over me are shifting. That's a good thing, right? I feel calmer. Yet my heart is aching. I feel like the skies are clearing up for me. Yet I still want to curl up in the fetal position, somewhere dark, and cry it all out. But life just doesn't work that way. You have to hold your head high and keep on fighting. So here I am. fighting to find myself. Once again. Fighting for a better life. Once again. To think I actually thought I was so close. It was in my reach. I won't be so stupid again. I hope... Famous last words, huh?