I am so tired in this cold. I want to be given something that makes me warm inside and out. I am trying to move with everything. Things thoughts and fears keep me stationary. And now here we are. It seems we are leaving this place. If I have one more question will you hate me? If I have two more questions will you leave me. I don't know. That is my fear. I don't think that you will. But it hangs there. I am stronger then this you know. I have been through a lot more then this. I can deal with this. I just don't think anyone else will or wants to. So I prepare myself for an inevitable end. And all that matters is that I am ready for it when it happens. I pull away. When I get hurt. A little more each time closing myself off to you and you may notice you may not. But I am barely breathing and the heart of this is barely beating.