My entire life is in question... Who is to say that the Bible is real? Can't it just be an over long fiction book? ____ There is no end to this thing called sadness. There will never be a beginning of happiness. Living life in a miserable state seems more and more 'normal.' Ending it all seems an even greater possibility. Having no one to confide in doesn't matter any more. Never going to be understood doesn't bother me. The overwhelming feeling of being lost is something that will never pass. Expectations that one will never meet have sunk in. Hiding emotions will continue. There is no more self-control over life, emotions, friendships, thinking. The darkness consumes me.. ____ I feel...dead ....