I wonder how long I'll be a broken girl? Is there some sort of estimation someone can offer me? Will the mistakes I've made continue to repeat? I know they are mistakes; why the fuck do I continue to make them? I like to try and understand my behavior. Some of it, though, boggles the crap out of me.

I have too many questions. Too many of them are unanswerable. Stupid. I've felt very alone, and lost. I'm still freaking lost and who knows when I'll find myself, but I'm not alone. They are at least two people who know me... and they don't mind all my faults. They love me anyway, and in life, that's all that anyone can ask for, and it happens to be absolutely necessary. So simple, but damn near impossible to locate amongst all the lies and treachery in which this world drowns. So, maybe, just maybe, I'll find my way some day.