I think I've hit rock bottom. Rock hard bottom. To where I have nothing. I'm not gonna write a self-absorbed "i feel so sorry for myself" entry. Because those entries, do nothing. Only cause tears. But all I know, is I'm hanging on by a thread. When I say I have nothing, I mean nothing. Everything I've ever had is not at my finger tips, waiting for a desperate clench, its far away. Way too far away to be obtained. So what am I supposed to do with nothing? Just sit here and breath, plaster a fake smile on my face and pretend like nothing has happend? No, not this time. I'm here, with problems. No fake smiles this time. All I can do is hope. Hope for wings to fly. But right now, I'm not flying. Even if I tried to fly, I would have no wings to do so.