There are worse things than being alone.

Here I am again. Stuck and beside myself with the felling of "everything turning to shit, and it's all my fault." There haven't been many words lately, maybe that's it -- maybe this is what I need. It's a hard thing, losing yourself, and worse even is losing the parts of yourself that make you feel whole.

One word that keeps coming to mind, or what's left of it at this point is "fuck." Giving a fuck. Wanting to fuck. Fuck it all. There are stronger words, but I can't think of very many right now. The heart, the proverbial heart anyway, is a strange and gruesome thing at times. It possesses that terrifying ability that will more often than not, and other than anything else in this.. world break a man. 

I am broken.